Originally shared by Adam “Hairthulhu” Cross

Originally shared by Adam “Hairthulhu” Cross

Original prompt via Nina Pelletier:

Prompt: (500 words or less) You or you’re character witnesses a miracle… an honest to goodness, unexplainable in their time, miracle. Describe what you or your character experiences, while focusing on you or your character’s reaction. Not as hard as the prompt from last week, but still a toughie. Good Luck! (point of view and tense is your choice)

Blaize walked along the cliff. He loved it up there. He loved the snow that constantly fell on the high peeks, and the way the moon and stars peeked over the clouds far below, their light reflecting off the mountains of fog. He loved it because almost no living creature would ever interruot his train of thought when he was there, mostly because no living creature could survive the thin air. Still, the thin air smelled of the pines growing farther below and the snow falling high above. He shook the snow out of his waist-length red hair and shoulders, and sat down in lotus postition on the edge of the cliff, admiring the view before closing his eyes.

When ordinary people closed their eyes, they saw nothing; blackness. When he closed his eyes, he saw everything as it was; the energy, the vitality of the planet, the far moon, and the farther stars. He saw the paths that energy made and the paths it would make; he saw where the planet would go and what they would do, and for that matter, when they would die.

The planet he was on, his home. was Sheol; and Sheol's energy was violently shifting, constantly changing. Which is as it should be, for the planet, like himself, was not ordinary.

He listened for a moment to the sound of the drifting snow. Normally it was too quiet to hear; but, at this moment, in this stark silence, it was the only noise to be heard. The sound of the gentle wind, the shifting of the crystalline structures as they settled, one atop another.

After about 15 minutes, he opened his eyes, feeling refreshed and renewed. He looked about and noticed something small peeking out above the snow. He stood up, walking towards it; he had been up this mountain more times than he cared to track over his 300 year life, and he had never seen a single change until now. Worse yet, it was a change that was not supposed to happen.

This could have unintended consequences.

As he got closer, he saw it: a deep violet rose with a black stem, its thorns touched with red. It was unusual in that it only grew where someone was destined to die, and also one of the stranger, more fascinating anomalies that sprung up from time to time. Still, not even it should be growing way up here.

He smiled. "Thank you, Pan. Now stop messing around."

"Messing around is what I do." replied the voice that echoed in the mountain and sky.

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