“No, no, hold steady, noooo–” The ground was shaking almost continuously, sending Shizzal staggering left and right as he tried to cross the courtyard. Other inhabitants of the compound were screaming and running around him, a great hodge-podge of terrified humanity. His shirt had come loose, the bloody cloth flapping in the wind, but no one paid it a second glance. Down in the town, there was far worse bloodshed.
Another blast, and next thing Shizzal knew, he was lying facedown on the ground. He could’ve sworn he felt the earth shift that time. The courtyard was tilted strangely, deep cracks appearing in the tiles and walls. Continue reading “An Unlikely Ally”