Friday, September 27, 2013

The Path To Power

Copyright - Rich Voza
In one trembling hand rested his yew wand and clutched tightly in the claw-like grasp of his other, the immense shimmering moonstone that was the locus of all of his former mentor’s eldritch power. He knew when he had taken it he’d upset the universal balance of power mandated by the Elder Gods.

Ahead, as if to mock him with the Credo of Balance, had appeared three portals. One led to safety, one to certain destruction and the third to merely…void. Fighting down his despair he strode toward them knowing he had no time to deliberate but must merely choose.

This story was written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers flash fiction photo prompt. 


  1. Ah, I certainly hope that the magic he had stolen would help him make the choice - although I know that the choices he already made will decide his fate.

  2. Is there more of this story to read, I'd like to;)
    Hope he choose the right portal.