Wordforge 8-13-14

SONG: "The Forsaking" by Fleshgod Apocalypse

THEME: Revelation





Bastion's hands fumble as they reach for the curtains. Muscles and nerves twitch and it takes a deep breath and a moment of concentration before the priest can convince his fingers to pull the cord and raise the curtains, and he flinches at the expectation of light.

But no light comes.

Sweat beads on the priest's brow as he looks at the sky beyond the window. It seems normal enough. Heavy, bruise-colored thunderheads cover the sky and envelope the world in their shadow, leaving everything in a watery twilight. Eyes searching, Bastion waits. Nothing moves.

"Might be about time to go see a doctor," he mumbles to himself.

And then the sky begins to fall.

It looks like rain at first, and for a while Bastion believes that is all it is, until he sees that the clouds are tumbling down, reminding him of twisters forming, but in multiple, jagged streaks reaching towards the earth that reveal a startling blue sky with cracks running through it as if it were made of glass. And the cracks grow as the darkness descends.

"What?" Bastion almost chokes on the word and one hand goes to his chest to clutch at his heart that has begun stuttering.