Vision Quest (part 1) by Quentin Harsh

This week we get to see a different sort of world, the world that Quentin Harsh invents in Vision Quest. This world is different than the one that we visited before, but equally captivating. For the next month or so we will explore this time, a post-apocalyptic time, perfect for the readers of canonFOUR...

Glass stretches out as far as the eye can see.  The sun is perpetually blocked by thick, grey, uniform clouds.  Above the horizon, it is grey; and below the glass reflects colorlessly.  The only thing which breaks the monotony is a glow which sits a little less than halfway from the horizon. It is not strong, but it is distinct.  The Glow is entirely formless.  It is the color of hope.  A sound radiates from this hope-colored Glow; the sound is that of distress.  It is not a human cry of distress, nor the call of any animal which has ever walked the earth.  This is the sound of distress itself.

With urgency, the Glow pleaded that he would come to her.  He would have
to come to her before-

From beyond the horizon came a swarm of black.  The unknown darkness tore across the frozen sea and sent shards of glass in all directions.  They closed in on the Glow.  When it's light was snuffed out, so was the sun.

Nothing was left.

The same dream.  Always the same.  Every time he slept, Jeremy was plagued with this nightmare.  Every night for six weeks.  Every nap.  If he woke in the morning and went back to sleep, he'd have it again.  Six weeks and it was all he could think of.  And though most people would be confused by a dream of this kind, Jeremy knew what it meant.  He understood the meaning.  No one would believe him, of course.  Alan didn't believe in such superstition; he was much like the Old People in that way.  Emma would tell him that the journey was too long, she was ever the conservative.  The rest of the village would want further proof.  They would most likely cast lots or have the priest interrogate him.  And even if the priest accepted his vision as having divine origin; there would be endless voting amongst the council as to what was the appropriate action.  Nothing was ever done quickly in the village of New Eden.  No, Jeremy knew that this was urgent; that he had to leave immediately.