Wednesday, February 13, 2013

The Key To Conquest


Cloaking himself in shadows as his Master had taught him, he moved with deliberate strides through the torch-lit halls of the sanctum. In his hand, he clutched the same dagger he had used to end the life of the old man.

There was no reason things had needed to come to such brutality, he mused, but he could no longer abide the Council’s assertions he was still not ready to explore the poisoned lands beyond the sanctum’s protecting stone walls.

Taking the ornate key from the pocket of his robes, he inserted it into the ancient portal’s mechanism, saying silent prayers it would make no noise to alert the Brotherhood of his intent.

Turning the key with a firm and resolute hand, he went forth to claim the powers of the fantastic machines, artificial creations and fearsome weapons this collection of doddering old men had proven too weak to exploit.


This story was written for the weekly Visual Dare flash fiction prompt: secret

3 comments:

  1. Why does he want to explore poisoned lands? What are those machines? Very intriguing.

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  2. This is just the beginning.

    Of something . . .

    JzB

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  3. Oooo. Love how this mixes - or at least gives the impression of - elements of both sci-fi and fantasy. Would like to know what is behind the door...and what precisely he intends to exploit....

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