From Chapter 7 ....
“What is it?” Vortigern asked of the God.
Abellio had a smirk on his face and took some time to
answer, “In some places it is a death sentence, in others it brings forth new
life,” he said, “in most it is nothing, a half caught illusion that would have
faded by now leaving this boy bewildered.”
“As with all Gods,” said Vortigern, “you have a way of
answering that answers nothing.”
Abellio allowed himself a little laugh. A billion
calculations had gone through his Godly mind, like a chess computer setting a
trap for a grand master. Finally he
replied.
“It is, here, a
gateway between two worlds, impossible in one and yet perfectly conceivable in
another. Do you believe in magic my
King?”
“Yes,” stated Vortigern.
“Do you believe in the Gods also?” Abellio pressed.
“Yes, one is here with me,” stated Vortigern.
“Here is a world without Gods or magic,” said the God, “What
is real for us exists only in the dreams of their children, and that will be
our weapon.”
“You mean for us to pass through this magic door?” asked the
Warlord.
Abellio was grinning now, a thousand pints of apple cider
rushing through his timeless veins.
“My dear Vortigern, how would you like an empire greater
than Rome?’
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