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The Dark Lord Beckons: A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story (Part 2)
#FanFic #HGWells #TheTimeMachine
#Wss366 Cistern #Weaver: Religion or Spiritual beliefs #TimeTravelAuthors WhateverAs Weena ran, the air grew warmer and the haze thicker, burning her lungs. Nearby, she could hear the Mourlok panting. It wouldn’t be long before the Things From Below caught her.
She tried to gasp a prayer to the fire, the Golden Goddess’s wild child, but choked on the smoke and ash.
Behind her, a branch on the ground popped, and she dodged sideways. A Deep Dweller’s hand failed to grasp her, shoving her instead. Now off balance, she tumbled to her knees. Ahead, she saw the leaves on the bushes wither in the heat, while on her heels was the sound of her pursuers’ heavy breathing.
For a moment, Weena gave herself up to the Godless Time, flopping onto the ground. Again, the Mourlok’s hands missed, tearing her robes and leaving a gash along her back.
“Hurberth would never give up,” she thought. He was a son of the Oak Lord. Neither would she.
She crawled toward the bushes that had begun to blaze. If she only got through them, the Deep Dwellers would leave her be.
Her robe tore further; she didn’t know if it was from the Mourluk’s hands or a snag. The skin on her face blistered and her hair shriveled. Still, it was better to sleep with the Wild Child than to feed the beasts behind her. A scream forced its way out of her choking throat as a flaming branch raked her cheek.
She had made it past the bushes, though, and was now lying in a small clearing surrounded by flames. A waist-high stone wall stood a meter away. Staggering to her feet, she saw the barrier was part of a cistern, with stagnant water inside.
Her last thought before the pool and the darkness settled over her was, “Goddess, care for my Silver One.”
[FINIS]
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The Dark Lord Beckons: A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story (Part 2)
#FanFic #HGWells #TheTimeMachine
#Wss366 Cistern #Weaver: Religion or Spiritual beliefs #TimeTravelAuthors WhateverAs Weena ran, the air grew warmer and the haze thicker, burning her lungs. Nearby, she could hear the Mourlok panting. It wouldn’t be long before the Things From Below caught her.
She tried to gasp a prayer to the fire, the Golden Goddess’s wild child, but choked on the smoke and ash.
Behind her, a branch on the ground popped, and she dodged sideways. A Deep Dweller’s hand failed to grasp her, shoving her instead. Now off balance, she tumbled to her knees. Ahead, she saw the leaves on the bushes wither in the heat, while on her heels was the sound of her pursuers’ heavy breathing.
For a moment, Weena gave herself up to the Godless Time, flopping onto the ground. Again, the Mourlok’s hands missed, tearing her robes and leaving a gash along her back.
“Hurberth would never give up,” she thought. He was a son of the Oak Lord. Neither would she.
She crawled toward the bushes that had begun to blaze. If she only got through them, the Deep Dwellers would leave her be.
Her robe tore further; she didn’t know if it was from the Mourluk’s hands or a snag. The skin on her face blistered and her hair shriveled. Still, it was better to sleep with the Wild Child than to feed the beasts behind her. A scream forced its way out of her choking throat as a flaming branch raked her cheek.
She had made it past the bushes, though, and was now lying in a small clearing surrounded by flames. A waist-high stone wall stood a meter away. Staggering to her feet, she saw the barrier was part of a cistern, with stagnant water inside.
Her last thought before the pool and the darkness settled over her was, “Goddess, care for my Silver One.”
[FINIS]
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The Dark Lord Beckons: A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story (Part 2)
#FanFic #HGWells #TheTimeMachine
#Wss366 Cistern #Weaver: Religion or Spiritual beliefs #TimeTravelAuthors WhateverAs Weena ran, the air grew warmer and the haze thicker, burning her lungs. Nearby, she could hear the Mourlok panting. It wouldn’t be long before the Things From Below caught her.
She tried to gasp a prayer to the fire, the Golden Goddess’s wild child, but choked on the smoke and ash.
Behind her, a branch on the ground popped, and she dodged sideways. A Deep Dweller’s hand failed to grasp her, shoving her instead. Now off balance, she tumbled to her knees. Ahead, she saw the leaves on the bushes wither in the heat, while on her heels was the sound of her pursuers’ heavy breathing.
For a moment, Weena gave herself up to the Godless Time, flopping onto the ground. Again, the Mourlok’s hands missed, tearing her robes and leaving a gash along her back.
“Hurberth would never give up,” she thought. He was a son of the Oak Lord. Neither would she.
She crawled toward the bushes that had begun to blaze. If she only got through them, the Deep Dwellers would leave her be.
Her robe tore further; she didn’t know if it was from the Mourluk’s hands or a snag. The skin on her face blistered and her hair shriveled. Still, it was better to sleep with the Wild Child than to feed the beasts behind her. A scream forced its way out of her choking throat as a flaming branch raked her cheek.
She had made it past the bushes, though, and was now lying in a small clearing surrounded by flames. A waist-high stone wall stood a meter away. Staggering to her feet, she saw the barrier was part of a cistern, with stagnant water inside.
Her last thought before the pool and the darkness settled over her was, “Goddess, care for my Silver One.”
[FINIS]
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The Dark Lord Beckons: A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story (Part 1)
#FanFic #HGWells #TheTimeMachine
#Wss366 Chase #TimeTravelAuthors WhateverThe woods were thick and dark, while a sullen amber color rose over them in the distance. The fire was close, filling the air with the crackle of flames and smoke that stung Weena’s lungs. Behind her, she heard the Mourlok giving #chase, heedless of the noise they made.
She had to escape. Hurberth had refused to arouse, and unless she led the People form Below away, both she and her lover would die.
She had one advantage: she crashed heedlessly through the brush, while they took the time to avoid it. But the Dark Lord had still stacked the odds against her. The Deep Dwellers saw in the gloom with their large, frog-like eyes.
The sound of snapping branches and crunching leaves approached ever closer, inducing panic, fueling her flight.
Normally, the kin would give up. What use was fighting when the Dark Lord called? But Hurberth lay sleeping back in their camp, exhausted from their passage through the forest.
Her breath was already coming in gasps when a gully with a wide trail appeared on her right. She turned toward it.
“No,” she thought. “The Dark Lord beckons from that direction. When I am cornered there, and I am no more, he and his kin will engulf my lover.”
She quailed at what she had to do but didn’t hesitate. “The fire,” she said, racing for the blaze.
[Continued Monday the 28th]
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The Dark Lord Beckons: A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story (Part 1)
#FanFic #HGWells #TheTimeMachine
#Wss366 Chase #TimeTravelAuthors WhateverThe woods were thick and dark, while a sullen amber color rose over them in the distance. The fire was close, filling the air with the crackle of flames and smoke that stung Weena’s lungs. Behind her, she heard the Mourlok giving #chase, heedless of the noise they made.
She had to escape. Hurberth had refused to arouse, and unless she led the People form Below away, both she and her lover would die.
She had one advantage: she crashed heedlessly through the brush, while they took the time to avoid it. But the Dark Lord had still stacked the odds against her. The Deep Dwellers saw in the gloom with their large, frog-like eyes.
The sound of snapping branches and crunching leaves approached ever closer, inducing panic, fueling her flight.
Normally, the kin would give up. What use was fighting when the Dark Lord called? But Hurberth lay sleeping back in their camp, exhausted from their passage through the forest.
Her breath was already coming in gasps when a gully with a wide trail appeared on her right. She turned toward it.
“No,” she thought. “The Dark Lord beckons from that direction. When I am cornered there, and I am no more, he and his kin will engulf my lover.”
She quailed at what she had to do but didn’t hesitate. “The fire,” she said, racing for the blaze.
[Continued Monday the 28th]
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The Dark Lord Beckons: A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story (Part 1)
#FanFic #HGWells #TheTimeMachine
#Wss366 Chase #TimeTravelAuthors WhateverThe woods were thick and dark, while a sullen amber color rose over them in the distance. The fire was close, filling the air with the crackle of flames and smoke that stung Weena’s lungs. Behind her, she heard the Mourlok giving #chase, heedless of the noise they made.
She had to escape. Hurberth had refused to arouse, and unless she led the People form Below away, both she and her lover would die.
She had one advantage: she crashed heedlessly through the brush, while they took the time to avoid it. But the Dark Lord had still stacked the odds against her. The Deep Dwellers saw in the gloom with their large, frog-like eyes.
The sound of snapping branches and crunching leaves approached ever closer, inducing panic, fueling her flight.
Normally, the kin would give up. What use was fighting when the Dark Lord called? But Hurberth lay sleeping back in their camp, exhausted from their passage through the forest.
Her breath was already coming in gasps when a gully with a wide trail appeared on her right. She turned toward it.
“No,” she thought. “The Dark Lord beckons from that direction. When I am cornered there, and I am no more, he and his kin will engulf my lover.”
She quailed at what she had to do but didn’t hesitate. “The fire,” she said, racing for the blaze.
[Continued Monday the 28th]
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The Dark Lord Beckons: A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story (Part 1)
#FanFic #HGWells #TheTimeMachine
#Wss366 Chase #TimeTravelAuthors WhateverThe woods were thick and dark, while a sullen amber color rose over them in the distance. The fire was close, filling the air with the crackle of flames and smoke that stung Weena’s lungs. Behind her, she heard the Mourlok giving #chase, heedless of the noise they made.
She had to escape. Hurberth had refused to arouse, and unless she led the People form Below away, both she and her lover would die.
She had one advantage: she crashed heedlessly through the brush, while they took the time to avoid it. But the Dark Lord had still stacked the odds against her. The Deep Dwellers saw in the gloom with their large, frog-like eyes.
The sound of snapping branches and crunching leaves approached ever closer, inducing panic, fueling her flight.
Normally, the kin would give up. What use was fighting when the Dark Lord called? But Hurberth lay sleeping back in their camp, exhausted from their passage through the forest.
Her breath was already coming in gasps when a gully with a wide trail appeared on her right. She turned toward it.
“No,” she thought. “The Dark Lord beckons from that direction. When I am cornered there, and I am no more, he and his kin will engulf my lover.”
She quailed at what she had to do but didn’t hesitate. “The fire,” she said, racing for the blaze.
[Continued Monday the 28th]
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The Dark Lord Beckons: A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story (Part 1)
#FanFic #HGWells #TheTimeMachine
#Wss366 Chase #TimeTravelAuthors WhateverThe woods were thick and dark, while a sullen amber color rose over them in the distance. The fire was close, filling the air with the crackle of flames and smoke that stung Weena’s lungs. Behind her, she heard the Mourlok giving #chase, heedless of the noise they made.
She had to escape. Hurberth had refused to arouse, and unless she led the People form Below away, both she and her lover would die.
She had one advantage: she crashed heedlessly through the brush, while they took the time to avoid it. But the Dark Lord had still stacked the odds against her. The Deep Dwellers saw in the gloom with their large, frog-like eyes.
The sound of snapping branches and crunching leaves approached ever closer, inducing panic, fueling her flight.
Normally, the kin would give up. What use was fighting when the Dark Lord called? But Hurberth lay sleeping back in their camp, exhausted from their passage through the forest.
Her breath was already coming in gasps when a gully with a wide trail appeared on her right. She turned toward it.
“No,” she thought. “The Dark Lord beckons from that direction. When I am cornered there, and I am no more, he and his kin will engulf my lover.”
She quailed at what she had to do but didn’t hesitate. “The fire,” she said, racing for the blaze.
[Continued Monday the 28th]