Fire and the Flood
A STORM BREWS An ominous thunderhead was looming on the horizon, promising to bring with it a harrowing storm. The hour was late and the susurrus winds brought with them vows of vengeance. Persiphonex knew what they said, for he was a thore—and the message tore him asunder.
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Now, I can’t even hear my own. As a miner of stardust, I always knew my line of work came with risks. With technological advancements in recent years, fatalities were significantly reduced and safety parameters increased. Becoming a stardust miner no longer came with a signed and sealed death warrant. I was fortunate enough to have tech on my side by the time I was old enough to enlist myself into the industry.
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Gerald wondered if it was only another one of his delusions when at first he noticed the unmistakable glow from his own cabin just down the way. He grew suspicious right away, knowing that the place was long abandoned. He supposed somebody could have purchased or inherited the property after all these years, but why now?