Arrival
A lifetime of searching. 
Within the world... within other dimensional realities. 
The narrow escapes... the teetering at the edge of the abyss... the forks in the road... always watching, always discerning, gaining wisdom, using knowledge.

And then today happened. 
The one choice to step left instead of right. 
A stairway that lead down instead of up. 
Yet she knew in her heart that the sphere was there. Finally. At last. 
No more dead ends. No more endless hunting for hidden treasure. 
She could feel it's heart beat inside of hers. Knew instinctively what the symbols engraved on the outside meant and what she must do. 
Her feet all but flew down the steps. 
The sphere warmed, glowed and thrummed its welcome. 
She had arrived.



©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
If By Night, Follow Three LightsParis, France

She flew down the steps as fast as her feet would move. Go-go-go.
Leapt over the last four. Go.
Landed, heart pounding. Breathing in ragged gasps. Sweat pouring down her back.
She'd been running half the night.
She stopped to think. C'mon, dammit, think!
Focused the wizard's final words, attached so lightly to his last breath.
"If by night, follow three lights." 
So cryptic. 
So critical. 
Looked left... the tunnel was dark. 
Spun her head right... counted three lamps... and flung herself back into motion toward them.
She disappeared around the bend, the echoes of her footsteps fading.
The lights quelled - one by one - behind her, 
leaving the darkness and silence to cloak her passing. 

The red eyes appeared. Still tracking. Still pursuing.
Looking left... then right.



©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)

Arrival


A lifetime of searching.
Within the world... within other dimensional realities.
The narrow escapes... the teetering at the edge of the abyss... the forks in the road... always watching, always discerning, gaining wisdom, using knowledge.

And then today happened.
The one choice to step left instead of right.
A stairway that lead down instead of up.
Yet she knew in her heart that the sphere was there. Finally. At last.
No more dead ends. No more endless hunting for hidden treasure.
She could feel it's heart beat inside of hers. Knew instinctively what the symbols engraved on the outside meant and what she must do.
Her feet all but flew down the steps.
The sphere warmed, glowed and thrummed its welcome.
She had arrived.



©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
Arrival
A lifetime of searching. 
Within the world... within other dimensional realities. 
The narrow escapes... the teetering at the edge of the abyss... the forks in the road... always watching, always discerning, gaining wisdom, using knowledge.

And then today happened. 
The one choice to step left instead of right. 
A stairway that lead down instead of up. 
Yet she knew in her heart that the sphere was there. Finally. At last. 
No more dead ends. No more endless hunting for hidden treasure. 
She could feel it's heart beat inside of hers. Knew instinctively what the symbols engraved on the outside meant and what she must do. 
Her feet all but flew down the steps. 
The sphere warmed, glowed and thrummed its welcome. 
She had arrived.



©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)

Arrival


A lifetime of searching.
Within the world... within other dimensional realities.
The narrow escapes... the teetering at the edge of the abyss... the forks in the road... always watching, always discerning, gaining wisdom, using knowledge.

And then today happened.
The one choice to step left instead of right.
A stairway that lead down instead of up.
Yet she knew in her heart that the sphere was there. Finally. At last.
No more dead ends. No more endless hunting for hidden treasure.
She could feel it's heart beat inside of hers. Knew instinctively what the symbols engraved on the outside meant and what she must do.
Her feet all but flew down the steps.
The sphere warmed, glowed and thrummed its welcome.
She had arrived.



©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
See photo in original gallery.