Series: Golem
- Golem
- The Lonely God
- Titan
Rain lashed down on that ravaged plain in furious sheets. The broken earth drank it up through ragged cracks that went down forever.
At the center of the plain, a gaping maw of a hole sucked down water in great, sodden gulps. Perversely, gouts of flame licked up out of it, unnaturally green and purple. A lone figure stood at the edge of the pit, unaware or uncaring of the tremendous heat. Its lips moved, inaudible over the combined roar of rain and fire.
Smoke and steam heaved from the pit, and up rose a great clay monstrosity, towering dozens of feet over the figure below.
“What would have of me, my master?” it bellowed. The figure looked up at the beast, allowing her hood to fall back. Her features were fine and fair, hair so blonde as to be almost white.
Her voice was cold as ice. “Your time of sleep has come to an end, my dear. I have need of a titan.”
The golem pulled its massive bulk out of the pit. “Then let us be on our way,” it replied. It scooped its master up and lumbered out over the plain.
[Originally posted at Ficly.]
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