Daffodil #13, Lotus #14, Sulphur #6

[shadowsong26]

Story: End of the World
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Daffodil #13. warm breezes, Lotus #14. Renouncing, Sulphur #6. Unholy
Supplies and Materials: yarn, glitter, miniature, photography
Word Count: 100
Rating: R
Characters: Dallu
Warnings: Violence
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This takes place several months after Victory, in the last days of the war.


There are things he can do. The navigators--those who leave--aren't supposed to. Their workings are for safety, for speed, for guidance. Not this.

It's too hard to control.

There's always collateral damage.

This is a thing he must not do.

But if he doesn't...

They know the Glory. They know Taz. All the might of Feredar's navy is bearing down on them, and there will be no quarter.

He calls a storm, the largest he's ever formed. He throws the lightning at the enemy ships, feeling each impact, not needing to watch them burn.

Welcome to the end.

Comments

[bookblather]

Oh, wow. I love the way it builds up towards the last line, like a gathering storm with one precise lightning strike. Good job.

[shadowsong26]

Thank you ^_^

[kay_brooke]

Very evocative. I like him arguing with himself and telling himself all the reasons why he can't...and why he has to do it anyway.

[shadowsong26]

Thank you ^^

[clare_dragonfly]

Wow. Very fierce!

[shadowsong26]

Thank you ^^