Tiny Tuesday – “The Titan”

14 Aug

The titan’s golden skin gleamed in the sunlight. It was immense astride the white city, a monument and guardian both, its massive hands thrust high in victory. The point of its sword glinted toward the sun. Its immutable face was the soul of bravery and hope.

When the horde came, it rested on the Alchemist to awaken it.

There were incantations and calculations, a marriage of faith and industry. The Alchemist’s robes flapped as his voice cried out for deliverance.

The titan answered in a voice too deep for hearing. Ponderous, his sword swung down to point forward.

The horde fled.


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