5 June 2020 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday
George clutched the fraying scroll with less and less confidence as the ground beneath them quaked.
“I told you not to do it!” Jean screamed, aimlessly running for safety.
George stared down, entranced, as the clouds began to subside and the ground continued to tremble mercilessly beneath them. He seemed not to scare at the sounds of the villager’s screams, seemed not to care about the homes and livelihoods of those below crumble into oblivion.
He felt a power he could not explain, flowing, consuming him. He lifted his hand, without comprehension why, and the titanic creature emerged.