Day 5: Feb 5
I have renewed these in lieu of the Refugee Ban in the USA. Inspired by the-cassandra-project and their Every Day Challenge, I am writing every day to raise money for the Urban Justice Center. You can donate here or please spread the word. Thank you.
Time ached. Every second throbbed with pain, dried out by the depletion of Fortune’s River. Too many gods had siphoned off the gleaming, multi-colored liquid, to craft elixirs and garden fruit and enhanced weaponry, star-metal specially coated in it. In their palaces in the air and on the earth, the gods had no rivals, worshiped according to their rules. But as more and more of the River was sucked away and put into containment, so Time grew creaky. It no longer flowed as easily for there was no change, or less of it. The perpetual wheel of Fortune — despair and joy, destruction and growth, luck and misfortune — had halted to a grinding repetitive turn. And all the contours of Time soon became stiff and encrusted like sleeping eyes.
Until a prince broke the containment cages.
This one is the most actual story from my writing I’ve done. (Nights of Heroes, specially).