For the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt “9) prompt: mourning dead gods.”

Fae Apoc, in the time of the apoc.

December, 2011

They fell from the sky, one, then another, then another. I watched on the roof, silently standing vigil. I had been there, with twenty or so of my fellow just-plain-humans, since the battle began. Yesterday, I think it was, though by then it could have been two or three days. We ate, we drank, we caught what sleep we could, and we watched the creatures destroy what was left of our city.

Jason and Mandy had shotguns, and Carrie had a bokken; we could keep our building free of them, or at least chase them off. But we weren’t there, really, to fight them. We’d already learned that that took a mob, fire, iron, rowan, and a willingness to lose three-quarters of your people to death or severe injury to take down one of those. We had the first four, but no longer (there had been five hundred of us, a while ago) had the last and most important factor. So we watched, and if we could still believe in a loving god, we prayed.

And they fell. We couldn’t tell, from our vantage, which of the monsters claimed to be on our side, and which were the invaders. They shifted shapes, they twisted forms, and they twisted the world, smashing into buildings. Knocking out what was left of our power grid. Destroying parks and gardens it had taken a century to grow.

We buried their dead, when we were sure they were dead, and cried, not for them, but for the time when we’d believed in benevolent, distant deities.

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The List:
1a) the story starts with the words “It’s going down.” (LJ Link)
1b) the story starts with the words “It’s going down.” (LJ Link)
2) write a scene that takes place in a train station.
3) the story must involve a goblet and a set of three [somethings]
4) prompt: one for the road
5) write a story using an imaginary color
6) write the pitch for a new Final Fantasy styled RPG (LJ Link)
7) prompt: frigid (LJ Link)
8) write a scene in the middle of a novel called “The Long, Dirty Afterwards” (LJ)
9) prompt: mourning dead gods

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