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Thunderbird Rising
An empty light poured down through the darkness, jagged boards biting at its edges, while the dust of a hundred years danced in and out of view across the shadows of the abandoned lair. Puetsuku waivered as the dust began to settle and sat still in the echoing silence until she was clear headed enough to check, “Are you hurt, or are you injured?” A subtle flex of her pose set off aches throughout her body, but none of the sharper alarms that might indicate a break, and she began to relax as she got up and reached for her rucksack. She looked up to gauge how far she had fallen and counted herself lucky. The cave was dark but for the skylight she’d just introduced, and the domed chasm seemed to hold its breath in the beckoning shadows, full of the secrets she’d come here to find, spurred by the clues in that ancient journal which she’d found buried in the foundation of her ancestral home. The lockbox had held only a tomahawk pipe, a ceremonial fan, a crow feather, a pocket watch, a strip of red cloth, and the small black book.
By Nyce Playz3 years ago in Futurism