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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
The second and final installment of a 2 part story, continuing on from 'Tremors'.

Submitted: November 08, 2018

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Through the grinding noise it is becoming hard to think, but I must concentrate on the magic which is now flowing through both of my hands. My mind, my body, are nothing other than a receptacle for her powers. My eyes stay firmly closed.

I do not need my sight to tell me that the temple is collapsing. I can feel the cracks widening as the stones are being thrust this way and that. The dust is almost choking at times now. My black veil at least serves to keep some of it from reaching me.

A sudden sharp noise rises from beneath my feet and I have to struggle to retain my balance. My hands must remain firmly in place, at all costs. A rocking motion but I stand firm and strong. I cannot think of the destruction that must be going on around me but it is increasingly hard not to, with the increase in noise.

A loud rumble and a sudden lurch tells me that one of the four of us has fallen, taking the walls they were holding up with them. She will be buried now, beneath those huge slabs, along with a quarter of the Goddess’s power. Perhaps she can draw it back, distribute it between us remaining three. There is some hope in that thought but I feel no sudden strengthening; it is gone.

The archway under which I am standing is slipping loose. I can hear the rumbles, feel the movement. Still, I remain with hands outstretched, willing the magic to flow through my fingers and strengthen the temple against those who would see it razed to the ground. Even with my eyes closed I know that the ground in front of me has been pushed up so far that it has split, sunk, been churned up so much from what it should be.

Judders through the stonework tell me that another of my companions have fallen. With two walls down we have no chance of success. We have failed.

I remove my hands from their place on the wall, and instantly those stones scrape and grate against each other in a shuddering movement. Nothing more to do now apart from stand tall, knowing that at least we tried, and waiting for the temple to bury me with it.

Whatever, whoever, is beneath the ground, it would seem that the Goddess has met her match and lost the battle.


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