First the winner of last month’s challenge!
And the winner is…
R.! *frowns* That’s not your proper name, I know, but still… Congratulations! XD
The change came over the tower without warning, like a physical tremor. Chiel stumbled, more out of shock than anything else. The tower never moved; never changed. He righted himself, and then his stomach dropped like a cold, burning stone.
No. He whirled and bounded up the stair behind him. It couldn’t be. All those absurd monster stories were started to affect him—stories he knew were impossible. Jaakudo had been dead since the Overthrow, though some said that the place was instead inhabited by ghosts, phantoms of the long-dead Jaai, angry for blood after their extermination. Chiel didn’t really believe the stories. They just made it hard to sleep sometimes , not knowing what lurked below him.
Chiel bounded up the steps as they turned up towards the center of the tower. Nothing was supposed to happen on these towers. Just needless relics, silently standing watch over the wreck of the old galaxy, before the Emperor…
He passed under the single archway, where the designation number—20—was stamped, to the open heart of the tower. There was little but open sky around him, only mist, floating remnants of rock from long-destroyed moons and planet debris…and the fog-streaked planet surface below. The tower an infinitesimal, frail cog in the middle of it all.
Chiel slowed, suddenly afraid to see it, but he had to. He stepped up to the small pillar and looked down.
The life-detecting crystal shone brilliant green.
Somewhere below, there was life again on Jaakudo.
Now for July’s prompt:
You have 100-250 words to write a short story/scene that goes with this picture. You have until July 28th to submit your scene in the comments below. I’ll announce the winner in July. Anyone can enter, but keep your entries clean. No swearing, no gore or sensuality. Have fun and go forth to write!