Saturday, February 17, 2007

Legend of the Tower of the False Sun

Gabriel poised himself on the tip of the crystalline construct, spreading his toes to achieve greater balance. The globe he coveted glowed as it lay wrapped in his leather trench coat. A mischievous smile curled across his face; the gods would not be happy with him. A moment of regret arouse and quickly passed as he unfolded the faded, worn jacket. He held the orb with both hands and outstretched his arms. The ball swirled on his palms and exploded into a force that illuminated the night sky.

No, the gods would not be very happy with him at all.

1 comment:

Abnadyn said...

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