Wednesday, April 16, 2014

100 Words a Day 586

Hekus stood at the edge of Charnoptus and stared down at the blasted realm below. He contemplated one of the vast oceans created when the floating continents had been torn from the surface of the world. His people were considered to be among the most bizarre living in the skies, but the creatures below, mutated beasts and warped parodies of men, were far more outré. A noise made Hekus turn; a corpse construct stood behind him.

“It is time,” the thing projected into his mind.

Nodding, Hekus started towards the great citadel where a ship awaited to take him below.

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