The power from the large expanse below rises into the endless sky...
My purpose is not yet completed... what my brethren have failed to tell me is the loud screaming...
The deafening yells from the rapture...
They tell me to spread
They tell me to expand
They tell me...
To Kill.
This heart... calls to me...
This... is my purpose.
M y D e s t i n y
- The Caretaker
FIN
YOU ARE READING
THE CHARRED SCRIBES (a rapture craft short story)
FantasyA series of scribes written by someone known as the caretaker... what could this mean? (Final chapter writing is not written by me but a friend who is far better at storytelling than me. First 5 are mine tho)
