Golconda Fort, Hyderabad, India © Marcus Ellem via Google Maps
Harak hid behind a still tree, scanning the ruins.
The ancient fortress was cursed, having been swallowed and spit out by the Impassable Forest. Yet some still ventured in–explorers, scavengers, daredevils–and disappeared.
Harak’s sister, for one.
Seeing nothing, Harak crept forward. Halfway there, he heard buzzing, like giant dragonflies. Dropping to the ground, he feigned sleep, his face slack, trying to look dull and boring.
He resisted flinching as the noises neared. Two of them. Almost touching him. Their clicking language sounded almost musical, soothing.
Later, he approached the ruins. A crowd danced joyfully inside.
His sister laughed. “Don’t worry, I’m fine. Go home.”
She looked… indistinct. Harak lunged to grab her. The room filled with buzzing. Hundreds of them, surrounding him.
Harak awoke on the grass, confused. A warning? Fey didn’t give those.
He stood, steadied his knees, and marched toward the ruins.
He had to try.
Word count: 150. Written for this week’s What Pegman Saw challenge. Thank you to Karen and Josh for hosting! Click the link to see the other stories inspired by various images around the fort and Hyderabad. And feel free to join in yourself! It’s great fun to explore the site through all the street view and photo sphere images. Pick the one that inspires you, and go for it!