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Karn Maeshalanadae · 29th August 2010, 08:03 PM

Not really sure what I'm doing at this point. It was just a little flash fiction piece that occurred to me the other day.

This had happened before. Kira was sure of it.

The only trouble was, she could not for her life remember what was supposed to happen next. She knew she had had too much to drink the night before, that the group of adventurers she had been leading had been all too eager to see her falling down drunk. Two of the men had even been willing to pay for her indulgences.

But that was not what had caused her to dream this dark scene. It scratched at the edge of her memories, making faint whispers of an event long since passed, something in history that occurred so long ago that she knew it was even before she had been born.

And yet, it felt as if she had been witness to it.

In her mind, an ancient, magnificent city, one built by the human race before their extinction, was at the height of their power. Technologies made their mark upon the world, aged devices abandoned so many millenia ago that not even the oldest of the elven race could figure out how they would work.

Then her gaze shifted towards the sky. Dark clouds, blacker than coal, raged towards the civilization with such a fury that even the seasoned spell-sword shook and cried softly in her alcohol-induced sleep. Fire and lightning shook the sky as it slammed into the ground, leveling entire buildings in one strike and disintegrating the humans as they stood. But even that carnage could not stand face to what had happened next.

It was at this point that Kira's mind suddenly went blank. She had heard the legends of what the ancient gods had done to the humans when they had regained their lost power, but none of the stories she heard had compared to this. Kira struggled and shook in her bed as the nightmare replayed over and over in her mind, then finally let out a bloodcurdling scream that awoke her group. The two mages that had paid for her drinks were the first to arrive in her room, and the sight of what they saw sickened them.

Their beloved leader, the most powerful warrior and sorceress they had ever known, lain burnt and smoldering in blackened crisp on her untouched bed. As one stared in shock at Kira's roasted body, the other soon grew a small smile about his mouth.

"So, her memories finally returned to her," he said softly under his breath. "It's just a shame that the gods won't allow any human's incarnation to ever walk again upon this planet. I was looking forward to breaking that one first."

29th August 2010, 08:03 PM	#1 (permalink)
Karn Maeshalanadae At the end of reality Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: Oregon Posts: 3,405 Blog Entries: 23	Power of Dreams (flash fiction) Not really sure what I'm doing at this point. It was just a little flash fiction piece that occurred to me the other day. This had happened before. Kira was sure of it. The only trouble was, she could not for her life remember what was supposed to happen next. She knew she had had too much to drink the night before, that the group of adventurers she had been leading had been all too eager to see her falling down drunk. Two of the men had even been willing to pay for her indulgences. But that was not what had caused her to dream this dark scene. It scratched at the edge of her memories, making faint whispers of an event long since passed, something in history that occurred so long ago that she knew it was even before she had been born. And yet, it felt as if she had been witness to it. In her mind, an ancient, magnificent city, one built by the human race before their extinction, was at the height of their power. Technologies made their mark upon the world, aged devices abandoned so many millenia ago that not even the oldest of the elven race could figure out how they would work. Then her gaze shifted towards the sky. Dark clouds, blacker than coal, raged towards the civilization with such a fury that even the seasoned spell-sword shook and cried softly in her alcohol-induced sleep. Fire and lightning shook the sky as it slammed into the ground, leveling entire buildings in one strike and disintegrating the humans as they stood. But even that carnage could not stand face to what had happened next. It was at this point that Kira's mind suddenly went blank. She had heard the legends of what the ancient gods had done to the humans when they had regained their lost power, but none of the stories she heard had compared to this. Kira struggled and shook in her bed as the nightmare replayed over and over in her mind, then finally let out a bloodcurdling scream that awoke her group. The two mages that had paid for her drinks were the first to arrive in her room, and the sight of what they saw sickened them. Their beloved leader, the most powerful warrior and sorceress they had ever known, lain burnt and smoldering in blackened crisp on her untouched bed. As one stared in shock at Kira's roasted body, the other soon grew a small smile about his mouth. "So, her memories finally returned to her," he said softly under his breath. "It's just a shame that the gods won't allow any human's incarnation to ever walk again upon this planet. I was looking forward to breaking that one first."