July 23rd,
There is something completely dissatisfying about this case. Though it would seem that it is all ‘over,’
we are no closer to finding out what we were dealing with or why it was even
here.
It took quite a while for Cyrus to do much more than look
dejected about the situation and offer constant apologies for what he had
done. However, once night had settled in
and it was safe to move about, I convinced him to go outside and inspect
the stone again.
Amongst our things I found that jaw bone, having almost
forgotten about it. I took it to him and
we discussed the figure that I had seen while pouring over the dots on the
stone. Eventually Cyrus raised a fist
and began punching the stone furiously, but could not make a dent. I know of my lover’s strength and so I was
surprised that he could not damage it.
There were not so much as bits of dust or rock vibrating off of it with each
strike. It was as if it had been
fortified since our coming there.
Cyrus surmised that whatever we were dealing with was
getting stronger and that we had to end this before it got more powerful. The dissociative sexual fugue that my lover
that been in was frightening enough.
Considering how strong of mind my lover is, I could not fathom how this
thing might affect an individual of lesser mind.
What happened next is a bit of a blur. The ground began to
rumble and shake as Cyrus used his powers.
I’m not sure if he was trying to break the stone or just pull it out of
the sand. At any rate, it was like a
mini Earthquake. In the distance I heard
a howl, and lifted my crossbow to take aim.
Just like the injured treasure hunter had said, there came a
being with the head of a Jackal and the body of a man. It moved at incredible speeds and I had
difficulty keeping it in my sights. I
fired several bolts, watching as its body jerked and slowed a few times from
impact, but it just kept coming, bounding down on all fours across the dunes
towards us.
I think I may have shrieked when it was nearly upon us. It sprang into the air like it might pounce,
but at the last second, whatever was holding the stone in place broke free. It rose up out of the sand and at its tip; it
was pointed and sharp like a dagger. It
went flying through the air over our heads at a rapid pace and struck the being
hard in the chest. I watched the stone
impale the creature and send it flying several yards before both just…turned to
black sand and vanished in a rush of air that stank of death.
Cyrus and I stared on in confusion. I eventually collapsed to my knees, and Cyrus
joined me, his strong arms coming around me.
I don’t recall either of us saying anything for what seemed like
eternity.
Eventually we both returned to the tent to merely lie
together. I put my head against Cyrus’
chest and he combed his strong fingers through my hair. Nothing about this case makes any sense, but
I suppose the danger is gone. I am
quickly penning this out while it is fresh in my mind and now I shall return to
my lover’s side so that we may continue holding one another.
I suppose the mystery of the strange obelisk shall remain
just that…a mystery.
May the Jackals sleep soundly upon the dunes of sand this
night.
Farewell for now, Journal.
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