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Tremors

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
The first installment of a 2 part story.

Submitted: November 08, 2018

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Tremors

They had been felt in the distance for a long time. Just a slight movement as though the ground was chilled; a short shiver, easily missed and almost imperceptible.

Perhaps we should have realized sooner that they were becoming more frequent and were lasting for longer. Not much longer, still easily missed, but measured in minutes rather than seconds. It was not until things audibly began to rattle, when we felt the unsteadiness in our feet, that we really paid it much heed.

Was there anything that we could have done if we had noticed the tremors sooner? We, those tasked with saving the Goddess’s temple, do not believe so. It is a task sent to test us, by whom we do not know, but our powers are going to be stretched to the limit in keeping this place in one piece.

Not only can we feel it now, but we can hear the groans emanating from beneath the surface of the earth. It is though it is being churned up with some force, dipping and bulging its way right to the top where we have made our lives, our homes.

The people are fearful. How could they not be? They can feel the rot, the ruin, just as well as we can. Some of them have already lost their homes and possessions, eaten up by the undulating ground and spat back out in pieces. The temple will offer them sanctuary if we can just keep it standing.

Four of us; one for each direction. North, south, east and west; the threat, whatever it may be seems to coming at us from all directions. If it had just been from one, our powers could have been combined, but now we have to work alone. Whether we have the strength to stand firm under such an onslaught is unkown.

Dressed in black, I take the westward doorway. Already the arch is starting to crumble. Massive stones that no man now could lift, are being shifted, ground against each other. Dust rains down on me, grains of stone like some bitter confetti.

I bow my head, gather my thoughts, summon forth the magic of the Goddess. I have to block out the increasing panic on the streets, make my mind focus, banish all fears. Whatever it is that is launching this attack is feeding on the terror, growing stronger with every cry and scream.

A crack appears straight through the stone behind me. No more time to linger, I have to act now and trust that She has heard my call. I step forward, placing one hand firmly against each of the archways pillars. My hands can feel the great stones groaning but perhaps my touch has brought them some ease.

I close my eyes and send all my thoughts to Her. “Goddess, don’t desert me now.”


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