"The Day Will Be Saved By It Dying." - 13 Hour Clockwork Soldier
"The day will be saved by it dying." - 13 hour clockwork soldier
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The young mage whimpered in my arms when the first soldier passed by our hiding spot. It had been awhile and I'd have to be careful not to overdo it.
Taking a calming breath, I pulled her closer to me and pulled the light from the area, bathing our spot in shadow.
A few men stopped and started going over the area. The metal in their shoes and legs were deafeningly loud.
I tugged the mage closer to me still. I could feel her erratic heartbeat as we waited for our fate.
They had moved to another section of the surrounding wooded area before they were suddenly called back to where they came from.
When they were gone, I allowed the mage to go.
"What caused them to go back?" she asked me.
How could I answer? I had a feeling I knew but didn't want to scare the poor girl.
"They might be getting ready to rotate the guards," I offered, "and they might be the replacements."
She seemed satisfied with my answer.
"Come on, we're almost to the capital," I encouraged her, not so subtle about the change of subject.
I looked down at the young boy my brother found in the streets with no one to care for him and I wondered how he could sleep through such an earth - shattering thunderstorm.
What had he been through for this to be peaceful?
Or is it the fact that he was finally safe that kept him calm?
The only thing I've seen about this kid is his autumnal colored hair.
As to whether the Gavle Goat's consumption should be seen as a good omen or a bad omen, I'd say good. Traditionally the Yule goat is made of straw from the final harvest and as a talisman against hard times, and there are unproven theories that its shape is inspired by Thor's goats, who are constantly killed, eaten, and reborn to provide endless meat for Thor and whatever guests he entertains. Therefore, its use by birds as a food store and safe harbor is an affirmation of its original purpose and truly in the Christmas spirit of generosity in lean times. What's more, the birds eating it seems to be have been the one outcome to unite both goat burners and goat keepers, as they have decided not to scare the birds away from their safe harbor and not to harm the goat, a decision that has been universally lauded.
As omens go, this one's all positive: safety, plenty, and unity between previous ideological opponents through a creative third solution built on shared values (birds being fed and sheltered is a good thing). May more birds find their way to the Gavle Goat next year.
"And you're sure that this will work?" I questioned the tinkers I'd assigned to this position.
"Almost completely certain," the head tinker confirmed. He looked more wisened than the others. If my memory is right, he has been a tinker since he was a lad.
"If it does work," I started as I looked into it's hollow eyes, "it will save many lives."
It looked like the twelve that were already here when I came to power but it held some semblance to some of my brother's, as well.
"It's ready when you are, your majesty," the head tinker said.
"Hour thirteen," I stated with authority, "what do you see?"
The eyes lit up with a hollow orange color as it was activated.
"I see the fall of night," it replied. The wording was odd.
"Does it work?" I turned to the tinker who stood beside me. He was younger than the head tinker, his hair was comforting like the autumn.
"Well, it is dusk. So, I guess it does," he answered me in a meek tone. This tinker worked day and night on how it was supposed to work and behave.
"I'm not allowing it out unless you're sure it works," I told him in a tone that I would use with nightmare victims.
He looked down, still timid.
"Are you sure this works?" I repeated, still as patient as ever.
"Yes, it works," he affirmed, more certain now.
I smiled. There was the spark I was looking for.
"Thank you for your service, Hour Thirteen," I thanked, directing my attention to the waiting clockwork soldier.
"The night will not be long," it said.
I didn't like how empty it sounded but the tinkers told me that as it aged, it would start filling up with moments.
"The night is never very long," I told it. Day always follows night.
hold on a second man…
You have been abducted by a UFO. After you slowly regained your senses, you thought that the alien would dissect, torture or experiment on you, instead they are talking about saving you and others from that oppressive and hellish planet called Earth.
The highwayman nodded off a little more with each flicker of the fire in front of us. He wasn't supported at all. If he wasn't careful, he might fall forward and into the flames.
Once he was in a deep sleep, I crept to his side. He looked so innocent and vulnerable but overshadowing all of that was exhausted. Whatever it was that he was either running from or towards had him tired.
Still making sure not to disturb him, I moved him so he was resting his head on my lap.
Whatever is haunting him during his time awake, he needed to put to rest.
“I thought the goddess of love would look…different.” The wrinkled old woman waved a dismissive hand, leaned closer, and smiled. “You are thinking of my daughter, the goddess of passion and romance. Dearie, I am the goddess of LOVE.”
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