“Credit or Debit?”
Boatman Of The River Styx*
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Today I had cookies. And you can't
have any mwahahahahahahaha...
Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The
Rock Graveyard
Brightrock stood above the grave of
his father Redstone. Both of them were golems, creatures made of rock
and magic. Redstone was Brightrock's father by being one of the two
parent golems in the spell that brought him to life. The father was
the golem that stood in the North of the summoning circle and the
mother was the one in the South. The golems didn't have genders so it
was mostly a naming convention. But whether or not they were named
father or mother golems cared for their parents like humans.
“Mom's still on the war council with
the humans Dad,” He told his father through the grave. Brightrock
held his rocky hand to his rocky body. Golems spoke by vibrating
their bodies. When yelling the large creatures looked blurry as the
pile of gravel they were made of shook. Golem's prided themselves on
their side, and in the night, their silhouettes would often be
mistaken for large statues of humans. “They gave you honors for
fighting Dad. You really got a lot of those elves. We may even win
y'know?” He bowed down to his father's grave. His Dad's grave was a
small square of land where his rocks of his body were buried with a
large, perfect sphere of concrete. A perfect sphere of rock was quite
religiously important to the golems. A small tablet with his father's
name and date of death laid in front of the sphere. Thousands of the
same type of grave surrounded Brightrock.
The wind grew harsh and cold.
Brightrock's magical perception let him enjoy it. Golems fear heat
out of the instinct to avoid turning to lava so the cold is stability
to them. He hoped his father's grave would stay stable. His father
got the name Redstone for the rubies sown through his otherwise gray
body. He would be one of the few golems worth grave robbing. Though
his father is one of the many causalities of war among the many
graves so it would be unlikely that he would be found. One elven
knight's magic sword tore through his body and destroyed the
invisible magical life stream flowing through. And the flesh races
once thought of them as invincible.
“Dad. We're going to be the elves
and be safe again. They aren't going to kill us. None of us are going
to die anymore. It'll be like the old stories where the golems
wouldn't die and stay up in the mountains invincible and undisturbed.
Well, it sounds like we'll work with the humans. Mom knows how to
deal with them. They're joining our side. All for working for them
for awhile. I'm glad everything will be alright. Rest in peace.”
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