Photo © Vittorio Ambrosio via Google Maps
I was there when the spellers showed Ne-Hudra the ancient city map. Painted onto a now-crumbling wall, the magical concealment gave it away.
Ne-Hudra grinned, a fearsome sight. “Finally, the clue I’ve sought. Why else would they shift the river?”
I offered alternate explanations, but he accepted only his own: this was where they’d buried Sa-Migre. Here Ne-Hudra would find the legendary power that dominated his dreams.
Divers located something solid. Ne-Hudra rerouted the river again, heedless of those displaced, and ordered the underground temple excavated.
I was there when the first seal was breached. Malevolence seeped from every crack, a putrid green miasma. Workers began dying, horribly and slowly.
Ne-Hudra ignored my warnings. Questioned my loyalty.
Now I am here, at the last portal. Ne-Hudra punished me with the honor of opening it. Dank fumes pulse from the carved runes, enveloping my shaking hand.
May the gods forgive me.
Word count: 150. Written for this week’s What Pegman Saw prompt. Big thanks to Karen and Josh for hosting this fun writing challenge. This week Pegman takes us to explore Ljubljana, Slovenia. I had fun looking around numerous historical and modern areas, but felt especially lucky to run across this map in an inner courtyard of the old City Hall. Click on the link to see what images the other participants found that inspired them, and feel free to join in and write your own contribution. Everyone is welcome!
I know I said last week that I’d write something happier soon, but apparently I’m already in the Halloween mood and thinking about unnameable horrors and dire consequences of messing with the unknown.