The Sacred Pillars And The Aliens’ Revenge
#100StoryChallenge №47
The monumental pillars stood with a grandeur unable to be replicated by even the most powerful people today. They seemed immune to time itself, largely unmarred by erosion and every cause of decay. They were almost as pristine as the day they were built.
Blake first stumbled upon them on a hiking trip in the mountains. As far as she knew, the land was undisturbed and it didn’t seem like anyone had been here in centuries.
She found the cryptic symbols intriguing and beautiful, so she went back to the University to search for guides on archaic languages, but no script matched the one inscribed on these pillars.
She wished she knew what they were saying. They could be prophecies, epic poetry, or perhaps lost myths that were never passed down to future generations.
Blake went back many times, but one day, she found a group of men in business suits around the area.
“Imagine how much money we could make from selling these!”
“We could 100x times the price because only dumb architects and archaeologists worship this useless junk and wouldn’t know any better. They’d gladly pay for it.”
Blake inwardly groaned. How could something so sacred, so pristine, and so…
