Robert Wintermute - Zendikar - In the Teeth of Akoum

They found a smaller face an hour later, cut into the side of an outcropping. Each of the eye sockets had something shoved inside it. Nissa reached for whatever was in the right one.

Do you really want to know what is in there? Sorin said.

Nissa put her hand in and took out a wad of cloth. She looked from Sorin to Anowon. The vampire shrugged.

The Faduun are old, he said. Do you see those? He pointed to some writing above the right eye, scratched into the granite in tiny script.

Nissa leaned close. Eldrazi?

No, Anowon said. It is older than Eldrazi script, and yet it bears a certain resemblance. Those designs under the chin are remarkably similar to what we see at many Eldrazi sites all across Zendikar.

These are not found in other areas? Nissa said.

Anowon shook his head. Only on Ondu. And nobody knows why.

I know why, Nissa said. At least I think I do, she thought. They are the first Eldrazi, she said. Nissa was not sure why she knew it, but having said it, she knew it to be true.

Anowon nodded once. So it is said by some, he said. But how can they not be there. How can the plane have no sign of their writing or design one year, and then they are present the next? Cultures take time to develop.

Perhaps they are from somewhere else. Nissa felt strange saying that.

But Sorin turned his eyes to her. A good deduction, elf, he said. Have you any proof?

Nissa s pulse jumped. What proof could there be? she said, backtracking. Such an idea is impossible, naturally.

Sorin looked at her for longer than was normal. Naturally, he said.

Nissa looked back down at the foothills they had traveled. Past those, the dust plume had reached well past the palace. We had better keep moving, she said.

The trail and hills were the smoothest rock Nissa had ever seen red rock utterly barren of vegetation. She was curious to see what could live on the barren hills leading into the mountains, and she walked ahead paying no mind to where she was stepping.

They had dipped into a wet swale through which a slow stream gurgled. The trail passed between some low shrubs with wide, thick leaves that were two-times Sorin s height in width. The plants in the low spot intrigued Nissa. They reminded her of the jungles of Bala Ged, and she ran ahead, heedlessly. Despite the wetness in the low spot next to the river, the plants were wilted. Nissa found something about their color disgusting. Their leaves appeared green, but with an undertone of red, somehow, as if blood beat through the leaves cells. But that was impossible. She stopped running, sniffed, and covered her nose. What was not impossible was their smell. There must be something dead here, she said. But she kept walking to the small stream, her mouth already tasting its cool waters. Nissa knew they would be as clear as the becks of Bala Ged.

She stopped. One of the plants seemed to have perked up, its leaves a bit stiffer. Nissa turned, and just as she did so, she caught the sudden sound of movement a branch stirred, and she instinctively ducked and shoved her staff forward. The impact that followed knocked her backward, and her staff flew out of her hand. She lay still where she fell.

Nissa was on her back, but slowly she pushed herself with her heels until she was looking up at the frowning Anowon. She stood. The plant was slowly drawing one long vine back into itself. Her staff was off to the side next to another plant. She could see a cleft in the staff s side that went almost all the way through. Anowon pointed off to the right.

A shape lay half-concealed under one of the plants. Its head lay on its side not far away, severed cleanly by the looks of it. The body was badly decayed, but Nissa recognized the form of a small drake.

Nissa recovered her voice. Snap ferns, she said.

I was not paying enough attention.

Anowon nodded. Something similar exists in Guul Draz. But ours shoot canes up through the water impaling the unsuspecting. Siffleeb we call them.

Hearing the guttural vampire-speak made the hairs on the back of Nissa s neck stand up. Or perhaps the feeling was caused by her almost dying a moment before.

Anowon was looking at her strangely.

Sorin inexplicably had her staff when she turned. He was smiling again and handed it to her. She took it and ran her palm along its smooth wood. The cut from the vorpal weed was higher than she had thought and went almost all the way through the shaft exactly at neck height. She passed her hand over the cut, and the wood knitted together and the cut was no more. She whipped the staff over her shoulder, strapped it in place and started to walk up into the mountains.

They followed the trail all the rest of the day until the light fell and the small robber birds began to follow them, landing in the dusty soil to turn their heads and regard them through cocked eyes.

Soon the dark of the mountains was on them, and there was no moon again that night. The cold wind intensified as they walked through the foothills, and the rocks took on a grayer, more sand-whipped texture.

The rocks where they stopped did not radiate anything like heat. But soon Nissa found an indentation in the lea side of a boulder, and they all hunched there, mostly out of the wind. Fire was impossible, she knew. But Anowon took out one of his teeth and dropped it on a bare spot, and it began glowing and giving off heat. They encircled it and bent close.

How many of those do you have? Sorin asked.

How many toothless humans have you made?

Anowon looked up at the rock they were crouching against. They are not only merfolk teeth. The vampire stood and took a step back and looked again. A smile curled one corner of his mouth, showing just the edge of an incisor. Look.

They were sheltering against a huge Faduun head, in the space created under its nose. Anowon stood staring at the face with the wind blowing his long braid almost sideways. His torn robes snapped in the wind.

The merfolk speak of three gods, he said.

And I have realized something. He looked down at them huddled against the Faduun s lips. There are three kinds of brood. Have you noticed?

Nissa had noticed. There were the large ones with all the eyes and tentacles for rear legs, those that were all tentacles and could sometimes fly, and those possessing a thick bony skull without a face.

Perhaps it is no coincidence, Anowon said.

That the mermen have three gods. Their stories are not as old as, say, the kor s. So, maybe the Eldrazi have only been here since those merfolk stories? The kor would never admit it, but their gods are the same gods by different names.

But the brood are many, Nissa said. The merfolk and kor gods are only three.

Perhaps the brood have gods as well.

Are they real? Nissa said.

Anowon s brow dropped in confusion. What a question.

But he said nothing more, and the wind howled around the stone.

Sorin sniffed.

Nissa glanced over her shoulder into the darkness where she knew the plains stretched thousands of feet below. When she turned back, Anowon was looking across the glowing light at Sorin.

Are they evil? The brood? she asked.

Sorin spoke quickly, which surprised her. They are consumers. Neither good nor evil. They eat.

And why do they put things in those holes?

He shook his head. I am sure I have no idea, he replied. But I do know they devour pure mana. Their methods must have something to do with that.

Nissa nodded. It seemed the wind was blowing harder.

The goblins tightened their circle around Smara, who had been mostly quiet that day. As Nissa looked, the kor rocked back and forth with her crystal held against her small bosom. Her lips were moving, but no sound came out. Nissa watched her rock back and forth, and soon her own eyelids started drooping.