An Old Friend

The Hunt Site of Power
Quatermain's Diary
This familiar haunting was as much a comfort to me as it was a concern. Until it came again some hours later. I passed through the fog into a lush cavern, and sunlight poured through the ceiling to illuminate a colossal tree at the centre. I was admiring its beauty when another group armed with axes rushed past me. Suddenly the tree came to life, its hearts aglow and red. Again, the group fell in silent destruction.
I rose this time to massage my aching thigh where the ghost of a wound wailed. That blasted spirit took great joy in reminding me how I'd been touched. It still shames me to this day that the only hit I had managed to land was a glance off of his tusk when he'd taken the form of an elephant some 15 years hence. It had been Hans that killed him that day, and it has always been some other Explorer each time since. A rite of passage that only I, Allan Quatermain, have not yet realised
Yet what bothers me now is not revenge. Instead it is the fact that never before have I received two visions of Jana in one night.
To receive two visions was unheard of, to receive a third -impossible. Nevertheless, I found myself stepping through that thick fog once more. In a desert canyon I watched a Sun Giant, possessed by that same red glow, call fire down from Heaven on yet another group of ill-prepared Realmwalkers.
To see Jana take the body of a kin so close to human-well, I dare not dwell on the thought.
What is clear to me above all else is that Jana, or whoever employs that dark spirit, has been angered. To inhabit three bodies — the Father of Trees, an ancestor of Earth and the wrathful spirit of the Humbaba-is to form its own Unholy Trinity. In this division Jana seeks wholeness, perfection. I fear what it would mean for him to realise it.