Games, Illustrations and Short Stories
He was waiting for his father. His Dad. One of the hunters.
The swift machines came gliding through the big opening they called the Gape.
One day he would be a hunter himself, he thought. One day, when he was proven worthy.
Another machine came by, yet another could be seen in the sky.
The little planes came through, in from the world outside, the Vast. One by one they flew by. His father was not among them.
The sun went down…
-It’s coming this way! Jerome the bell-ringer was shouting, almost screaming, his heart beating wildly. -Please, God! Help us!
Father Juan was staring towards the horizon. They had heard the rumours. A monster. Centipede body, mantis eyes. Big as a mountain. Destroying villages, castles and cities along its way.
-Only one thing can save us now… Come, follow me!
Jerome hurried after the priest as he ran down the stairs of the clock tower. They entered the door to the private chambers. A staircase went deep down underneath the cathedral cellars, a staircase Jerome never knew existed. At the end of a long corridor rusty hinges shrieked as the priest pulled an old door open.
The room was dark and humid, smelled of rot and dirt. The light from the fire torch fell on a small crystal box in a corner. The book inside was old, very old. It had strange marks on it, runes and symbols. Unholy…
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