Drabble Wednesday: Tales From the Grave

Three more stories today after a break last week, enjoy.

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Afterlife

I long for the indifferent peace of my tomb, the strange comfort of beetles nestled in my bones and desiccated flesh, the connection to my ancestors, my gods. Here I am spectacle, not ruler, a prisoner under glass and harsh light, an artificial sun that pales in comparison to the divine light it copies.
The anger burns.
The insult festers.
Who are these creatures that desecrate the dead in such a manner? Put us on display for the masses. We were worshiped; now we are no more than decoration.
This is not the end I was promised by the gods.


Chosen

She waits below the earth, her bones entangled with roots, her dried flesh stretched taunt against her skeleton. A scrap of red cloth clings to her torso; a lasting reminder of her mortal life, a warning of losing her benevolence.
Her deity believes in benevolence. She is proof of that.
A murdered girl, thrown away, embraced into the arms of the earth. Nurtured, reformed, taught the true ways. Waiting only for the appointed day.
To rise and show the world the mercy granted her.
The compassion, the peace, the warm embrace of death.
They will all learn the true ways…


Duty

We were the Red Guard, named for our royal red banners. The elite guard, protector of kings and empires, in service to the crown and its people. Every threat, every enemy, we defeated. Until the last, the inevitable end.
No one prevailed against the hell spawn.
Yet, we tried. A last stand at our remaining city.
We held the gate to give survivors a chance to flee, gain one more day of life. What few escaped, did so because of us. Our blood ran in the streets to save them.
We stood guard faithfully.
Until the end of the world…

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  1. “Afterlife” reminds of the ancestors that many people are slowly forgetting to honor nowadays due to most of society trying to erase the true history and replacing it with falsities.
    “Chosen” reminds me of those poor girls that were chosen to be sacrificed in foolish rituals.
    “Duty” reminds me of those soldiers that died in battles and wars.

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