Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5966

Chapter 5966: A Scream Of Pain! I

<The Mighty Hoe>

The mighty Hoe had been lying across THE Farmer’s knees when he wrote it, and so she had felt every word. She had felt his finger touch the pale scroll and the words come out of him one by one, not invented but simply set down, plain records of what he had already been doing every day, and she had understood each of them the moment it was written. A farmer who owed existence nothing. An existence that owed him nothing back. A gift that came back larger than it had gone.

Then she had felt it happen. The giving had gone out of him in a long warm wave, into the soil and the rivers and the Fallow and every distant place he had ever touched, and she had felt existence take it in, and turn it over, and give it back, and what it gave back was more. He gave that too. It came back greater still, and every time it went around, it passed through her on its way, because she was lying across his knees and she was part of him.

She had never felt anything so rich. When the rivers of Pure Existential Essence came pouring in from across the dark, every color existence had, she had felt a share of them flow through her own pieces before they went on into him, and she had hummed with them the whole time, quietly, without meaning to, along with the farm. The sapling had risen in the snow, and the walls around him had grown thicker, and the cat had gone silent, and through all of it the mighty Hoe had lain very still and simply let herself be filled.

It was then that her seams fully and absolutely closed for all 5 pieces. She did not notice it at first, because it happened so gently. The authority that had flowed through her ever since he first picked her up had always gone into her seams first, the jagged places where her five pieces had been stitched together with his Dreams, softening the edges a little more each time, and now, with so much giving running through her, the last of those edges simply let go of being edges.

The five pieces of her were no longer five. The seams were gone, and the old severed connections that had been cut when she was first broken, the ones she had thought would ache forever, reached across the places where her pieces met and found one another again and held. For the first time since she had become aware of anything at all, there was no pain in her anywhere. She was whole, or as whole as five pieces could ever be, and she felt more complete than she had ever imagined feeling.

And because she was whole, the pull changed. All this time, she had been reaching for the other pieces of herself out there in the dark, gently, as she had once drawn the fifth piece home, and they had always answered faintly, a long way off.

Now the reaching was not gentle. It was absolute. She felt herself pull, and she felt the pieces out across existence feel her pull, and all at once they were not answering faintly anymore. They were coming.