Caleb Carson

The Final Secret

Relvendian knew what could happen to him. He didn’t care. The entire building was empty, moss growing over the debris that littered the dirt floor. They’d dug up the very floor, every tile in the entire twenty store building. Hundreds of rooms, every single one ransacked, leaving nothing but a vague impression of what it once had been. Relvendian was about a hundred years late to the party, but then again, he was feeling lucky. As he walked past what used to be a large wooden desk, now smelling of rot and damp, he saw a light shine through the window to his left, starting on the wall and moving towards him. He hit the ground, crawling frantically underneath the desk, hiding from that penetrating light. He looked pathetic in his attempt to hide, but anyone who claimed to care about their pride when a Sentinial was involved was either a liar, insane, or both.