Sunday Snippage

I know, I know, it’s sposed to be Snippet Sat, but I missed a day. Here’s a snip from the current thing that took fire in my brain*.

 

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He glided over the black goop that filled the basin north of the city. His guest wouldn’t be going anywhere. He did feel regretful that she’d been wounded, but it was better than death, wasn’t it? She deserved death for her interference. He sighed. When word got around, he’d have hell to pay.

Mist rose from the surface of the black goo. Devils blood the mortals called it, but it wasn’t, not entirely. Gaia bled for her betrayal. As the sun set, the fog thickened and he was the only light source, a dim light, but a light nonetheless. He was The Fallen, older than time, though not as old as the father. His light would never totally fade.

He maneuvered through the thick flocks of night terrors moving northward. He warned them, leave his home alone. They acknowledged, curious but not enough to change their flight pattern. As he neared the southern coast the sun had made it back to the east and it peeked over the horizon sending long rays of light piercing through the fog. Fallen flinched tucked his wings in and dove sharply towards an old jumbled pile of rubble that once, long ago, was a lighthouse. He landed, kneeling, head bowed, facing the rising sun.

I greet thee. He let the thought sit. Waiting.

How art thou, Fallen? She responded as she always did.

I exist, mother.

The city? The life source?

Protected. As it always has been.

Be happy, my son.

As the first brilliant rays of light passed by him, he felt the fragile connection broken. He sighed, stood, and lifted himself back into the sky to continue his flight towards the city, the dead zone and the Guardians who were mourning their losses.

 

 

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*Yes I am still on vacation. I just can’t not write.

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