by Jay of Lasgalen
August 19, 2009

Stories > Jay's Quick List > Beacons 

The waiting is finally over for a lonely beacon guard.

March 8, 3019

Far in the East, fire blossomed against the horizon. 

The watcher in his high, lonely post leapt to his feet with a startled oath, peering into the misty distance.  Far-off flames flickered again, and he thrust his torch with a shaking hand deep into the pile of oil-drenched wood.  

It ignited with a hungry roar and he jumped back from the sudden heat as petals of fire bloomed into bright flowers. Flames leapt into the still air, staining the evening sky a deeper orange.  Staring into the distance, the watcher waited.

Far in the West, fire blossomed against the horizon.