I like to write stuff. This is something I just typed out a while back in about five minutes after hearing a news report on a storm hitting the tri-state area where I live. Enjoy
Atop a grand mesa sits a quiet village, a small distance away from a large city that acts as a central hub or mid-point of travel in the western region of an empire. The village is made up of around one hundred fifty people. Apart from imperial police that enforce laws, the village has no armed force aside from the hunters. The village makes for a great tourist location thanks, in large part, to the grand views. The village also has a decent view of the sprawling city skyline.
Late one evening, after the pubs, taverns and shops had emptied and closed for the night, the sky was engulfed in a bright light which was followed immediately by an ear shattering shock wave. Windows throughout the village shattered inward; the silence that followed was filled by the screams of fear and pain. The screams were quickly drowned out by a second explosion, this one rocking the buildings, causing them to creak horrendously under the pressure of the shock wave. More silence; a pause between the previous and possibly a third explosion.
The streets became crowded; residents and visitors alike ran outside for fear of another shock wave bringing down the buildings. One resident, Tetran Zhalost, stepped outside his home by himself. His wife-to-be was working the night shift at one of the inns. He looked around trying to pick her out of the chaotic crowd. People were running around, some taking charge, some in shock and others still, were bleeding from wounds caused by the windows exploding into their homes. Tetran gazed through the chaos until he saw something horrifying. A gleam in the sky had caught his attention. He wasnt sure what he was looking at, but it appeared to be several massive silhouettes in the sky over the city. It appeared as if the gods themselves were locked in a struggle. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, convinced he was seeing things. The figures stopped moving. A bright light began to pulsate in the middle of the group.
For minutes continued to pulsate. The whole village had stopped to watch the phenomenon. Tetrans focus was broken by the shouts of his wife-to-be. She started to run towards him as the world seemed to slow to a crawl. First, the light of the city faded out entirely; next, the starlight began to fade, followed by the light of the moon. The pulsating light became as bright as the sun when it happened. The pulsing stopped, the figures disappeared and the luminescent orb began to grow. Beyond the form of his glowing fianc, Tetran watched in horror as the city was vaporized by the expanding light. Mere seconds later he continued to watch as the village began to char and collapse into ash as the light hit edge of the villages boundaries. The last thing he would ever see was the face of his lovely bride to be twist into a mask of unimaginable pain. By the time the charring wave of death had began to turn the edges of her face into something that looked like smoldering coal, he managed to close his eyes, ready for death.
Atop a grand mesa sits a quiet village, a small distance away from a large city that acts as a central hub or mid-point of travel in the western region of an empire. The village is made up of around one hundred fifty people. Apart from imperial police that enforce laws, the village has no armed force aside from the hunters. The village makes for a great tourist location thanks, in large part, to the grand views. The village also has a decent view of the sprawling city skyline.
Late one evening, after the pubs, taverns and shops had emptied and closed for the night, the sky was engulfed in a bright light which was followed immediately by an ear shattering shock wave. Windows throughout the village shattered inward; the silence that followed was filled by the screams of fear and pain. The screams were quickly drowned out by a second explosion, this one rocking the buildings, causing them to creak horrendously under the pressure of the shock wave. More silence; a pause between the previous and possibly a third explosion.
The streets became crowded; residents and visitors alike ran outside for fear of another shock wave bringing down the buildings. One resident, Tetran Zhalost, stepped outside his home by himself. His wife-to-be was working the night shift at one of the inns. He looked around trying to pick her out of the chaotic crowd. People were running around, some taking charge, some in shock and others still, were bleeding from wounds caused by the windows exploding into their homes. Tetran gazed through the chaos until he saw something horrifying. A gleam in the sky had caught his attention. He wasnt sure what he was looking at, but it appeared to be several massive silhouettes in the sky over the city. It appeared as if the gods themselves were locked in a struggle. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, convinced he was seeing things. The figures stopped moving. A bright light began to pulsate in the middle of the group.
For minutes continued to pulsate. The whole village had stopped to watch the phenomenon. Tetrans focus was broken by the shouts of his wife-to-be. She started to run towards him as the world seemed to slow to a crawl. First, the light of the city faded out entirely; next, the starlight began to fade, followed by the light of the moon. The pulsating light became as bright as the sun when it happened. The pulsing stopped, the figures disappeared and the luminescent orb began to grow. Beyond the form of his glowing fianc, Tetran watched in horror as the city was vaporized by the expanding light. Mere seconds later he continued to watch as the village began to char and collapse into ash as the light hit edge of the villages boundaries. The last thing he would ever see was the face of his lovely bride to be twist into a mask of unimaginable pain. By the time the charring wave of death had began to turn the edges of her face into something that looked like smoldering coal, he managed to close his eyes, ready for death.