Photo of Azadi Tower, Tehran Iran © Avesta Naseri via Google Maps
Izta ignored the gleaming edifice overhead, focusing on the cleric. “Surrender, Haana. My orders are to prepare for the new god. I’ll destroy this heathen temple with your people inside.”
Haana remained unbowed. “They’re your people, too. You were thrice-blessed here. Think of our prayers, our stories. The Raising.”
That mural taunted Izta. The One Hundred, chanting to lift the impossible arches, channeling unto implosion, burying themselves in the foundation.
“We’ll write new stories.” Izta stood taller. “I’ll strip its tiles to build a temple honoring Anandani.”
Izta sighed. “Hang him.”
* * *
Even with the hold-outs dead, his men cowered at the first cut. Izta growled, inserted the crowbar himself, heaved.
A song rose from one hundred graves. The temple stones shattered, slicing into flesh below, until the screams and dust subsided.
* * *
The rubble remains untouched, quiet.
New stories were indeed written. How they end depends on who tells them.
Word count: 150. Written for this week’s What Pegman Saw challenge. Thanks to Karen and Josh for hosting! WPS challenges you to write a story of 150 words or less based on a specific location on Google Maps. You can look around the area and choose whatever nearby image strikes your fancy, and maybe learn something interesting while you’re there exploring. Click the link above to see the other stories written for this location, or to join in yourself — everyone’s welcome!
World-building note: The underlying event of this story is mentioned at the very end of the Major Societies description, when most of the Pret city-states and tribes unified under a new god, Anandani. Unique among deities, he somehow managed to cut off divine power from all other gods in this one region (at least temporarily; we’ll see what Kakika does when she figures this out). Countless temples and many “wonders of the world” were destroyed or silenced in the process, either by mortals trying to please Anandani or because they collapsed the moment their magical powers were cut off.
When I saw this gorgeous building in Tehran, I knew it had to be magically built and a place of great wonder and respect in Eneana.