Duane Sykes

Remnants

The curse was set upon us when there was nothing I could do. An infant emerging in new flesh, lifted into its glaze. I remember the time when they first told me of it, a surge of disillusionment in the folktale of a radiating, crystallized infant. One who would become the catalyst of pestilence, drought and famine, setting the world ablaze in a mass of sandstorms. The world desperately began to search of magics to break the curse, when all else had failed.