“She’s coming to,” someone said.
“Forget her!” Someone replied. “You need to worry about not getting your ass shot off!”
“She’s getting up! How in the — ”
Breaking news: “The Iskiros Metropolatan police executed a daring arrest in a south side apartment complex this morning, where they arrested one Star Ingram. Sources say that she is involved with the unnamed terrorist organization led by the one calling himself Prometheus. Ingram…
Star was embarrassed having to knock on the door of her own apartment. But it was cold outside — the concrete’s chill stinging her bare feet. As she waited, she sunk a little deeper into her acquired red hoodie. At least, it was clean. Heck, it felt cleaner than she did. It had been over a month…
The Asylum was a subcity and was well under way before I was born. Land owners never had air rights, so the space above them wasn’t theirs to contest. When big business set their sights on commercializing a group of older neighborhoods, the residents refused to sell. I suppose the rest…
After you intervened in Iskiros, something else demanded your attention. A valley lie to the southwest, and in it, resided a memory, one known by Greenbrier. Its destruction didn’t surprise you, although, the same couldn’t be said about its timing. Chaos had triggered an aether…
Nope! I thought when the dragon burst into the air. I ran off the building in a ‘which came first’ scenario. I’d like to think I delayed long enough to secure my handbrake to the zip-line, but it all happened in a blur.
Star’s gray eyes fluttered open, her vision swimming as a dropped-tile ceiling emerged above her.
“Just a moment, darling,” said a man nearby. “I’m drawing up your medicine now.”
The cosmos was balance — equal parts of both order and chaos. For each’s meaning was only found in the other. Preserving creation meant applying destruction — violent actions always demanding an opposing reaction of an equivalence, no more. As a guardian, destruction was…
Koli scrubbed at his shaggy blond hair and adjusted his glasses before continuing to read.
‘You must find the one who’d become Fenrir. Find her. The one holding all our hope. Find her. Before Odin destroys us all. Find her now, Utlendast-Loki.’
Ages changed. Beliefs changed. But not you. You were formless. Peerless. Remorseless. Throughout time, you’ve cloaked yourself in myth, shedding each only to don whatever form the new age looked to as hero. Or as villain. You always became what you needed to be.