Rawson Lake, Alberta, Canada © Alec, Google Maps
Takani gazed across Mirror Lake. Finally, the Temple of Hanakai. He brushed his clothes, stood regally.
Shame the others can’t see me now.
His loyal retainers, gone. Fighting monsters so Takani could escape. Lost–literally–in that cave maze. Then Kainta, oafish pack-boy, twisting his ankle. Takani glanced back. Kainta might still catch up, with his gear.
A woman strode upon the smooth lake, pausing several paces away.
“If you are pure-hearted, come.”
Takani tested one toe, gingerly stepped onto the surface.
See? Just have to believe in myself.
Beneath him, green water sparkled clear and deep.
She stopped halfway there. “Where are your friends?”
Friends? They were barely nobles. “They fell, honoring the mission.”
What can she know?
“You believe yourself worthy of Hanakai’s blessing?”
“You are not.”
The surface melted. Takani’s protests became screams, dissolved to silence.
The woman turned, seeking Kainta, the pure-hearted.
Word count: 150. Written for this week’s What Pegman Saw challenge, which takes us to a new interesting spot on the planet each week, courtesy of Google maps. Click on the link to see the other stories written for this prompt, and what angles or sights the other writers chose for their photo. Or write your own story — everyone’s welcome!