Friday, September 21, 2012


It had taken every bit of Ariadne’s not-inconsiderable strength to break free of the chrysalis that enshrouded her. Beset by malaise, she extended her consciousness outward, probing and seeking answers. The cacophony of noise, the harsh glare of the artificial lights and the smell…the indescribably foul smell of the land about her made achieving the questing state problematic.

What had transpired in this world during the mere five centuries she’d spent in somnolent repose? A single tear fell from her eye to the gritty rooftop.  The clinking noise as it landed reminded her she must seek refuge before daylight came.

This story was written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers blog hosted by Madison Woods.

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