🌬️ Chronicles 02. “ASHES”

🌋 Seismic tremors continued into a third week. Piece by piece the city was dying. Thousands with faith in failing technologies they didn’t understand now competed for favor from erratic demon-god RoOlz.

⚡ Many hid in husks of buildings they’d worked, hoping to glide unnoticed while others drew his wrath. Phones and computers stumbled toward void, electricity grids faltering and most of those with knowledge and skills protected by corporations to harvest energy in fresh forms.

🐲 Not only had humankind’s self-declared creator turned against his people, rumors spread of mythic heroes and demigods used as sources of power. Some claiming that lineage really did have ancient magical gifts. No wonder the being who identified as maker-of-all was pissed with the frustrating bipeds he’d blessed with free will. 

🦊 “Half-way through Tyler’s set RoOlz shows up. We thought he was a hologram. Then he snacked on the front row. Said he was sorry. Started crying. We got out the stadium just in time.” 

“Made a statue of himself bigger than the ArkonTek building. From people. Joined together. Not dead and not alive either. Been howling like a fox all month - frequency brings planes down. Video’s been banned.” 

🪨 Akino wandered through the debris. There were others like her. Champions. Some she trusted. Over centuries aim and allegiance shifted. As echoes and reflections of a mad god, how could it be otherwise? 

A crashing helicopter interrupted her thoughts. 

The warrior’s parents were long dead. 

Maybe their vision of a better world would prevail.