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Echoes of a Lost Age

What will be discovered?

By Kristina ZillPublished 2 years ago 5 min read
Echoes of a Lost Age
Photo by Cristina Gottardi on Unsplash

The sun beat down on the dusty road, a relentless orb of heat. A lone figure trudged along, a wanderer wrapped in a worn cloak. The wanderer's name was Kael, a nomad with no home but the open sky. Kael sought knowledge, a quest that had led him to far-off lands and forgotten lore.

Kael's current journey had brought him to the desert, a barren expanse rumored to hold the secrets of a long-lost civilization. The desert whispered tales of a city swallowed by sand, a place where the very air hummed with arcane energy.

Days turned into nights, and Kael pressed on, guided by the stars and a worn map clutched in his hand. He fought against the elements, the scorching sun and bone-chilling cold of the desert nights. Yet, his resolve never wavered.

One moonless night, Kael stumbled upon a strange formation, a series of weathered stones arranged in a cryptic pattern. Kael recognized the symbols etched into the stones, fragments of the forgotten tongue he had spent years studying.

With trembling hands, Kael traced the symbols, deciphering their meaning. The stones spoke of a hidden passage, a way into the lost city. Hope flared in Kael's heart as he followed the stones' directions, eager to uncover the secrets they guarded.

The passage led down, deep into the earth. The air grew heavy and damp, the only sound Kael's echoing footsteps. Finally, the passage opened into a vast chamber, the walls adorned with intricate carvings and murals. Kael gasped in awe, the sight taking his breath away.

Torches flickered to life, illuminating the chamber's grandeur. Pillars of polished marble reached towards a vaulted ceiling, casting long shadows that danced in the flickering light. In the center of the chamber stood a massive statue, a figure shrouded in mystery.

Kael approached the statue, his eyes drawn to the object it held aloft. It was a sphere of gleaming metal, pulsating with a soft glow. Kael reached out, his fingers brushing against the cool surface. The sphere hummed, a vibration that resonated through Kael's very being.

A flood of images filled Kael's mind, visions of a once-great civilization, their knowledge and technology far surpassing anything known to the world. He saw their mastery of the elements, their ability to harness the very forces of nature. But he also saw their arrogance, their hubris that led to their downfall.

Kael staggered back, overwhelmed by the sheer volume of knowledge. The sphere's glow faded, leaving the chamber in darkness. As the torches sputtered out, Kael found himself alone, the echoes of a forgotten past whispering in the shadows.

Kael spent days exploring the lost city, uncovering its secrets. He delved into libraries filled with ancient texts, deciphering the knowledge they contained. He studied the machines and artifacts, marveling at their ingenuity. And he learned of the civilization's fate, their downfall brought about by their own greed and recklessness.

When Kael emerged from the city, he was no longer just a wanderer. He was a vessel of knowledge, a guardian of a lost legacy. The weight of the past rested heavily upon his shoulders, but he knew he could not let this knowledge fade into oblivion.

Kael returned to the world, sharing the wisdom he had gained. He taught others of the forgotten civilization's triumphs and failures, hoping they would learn from the past. He became a beacon of knowledge, a guide for those who sought enlightenment.

And so, Kael's journey continued, his quest for knowledge never ending. He wandered from land to land, sharing the wisdom he had gained, forever a guardian of the past and a herald of the future.

Years passed, and Kael's fame grew. He became known as Kael the Wise, a sage sought by kings and scholars alike. His tales of the lost city and its knowledge sparked a thirst for discovery, igniting a new era of exploration and learning.

One day, a messenger arrived at Kael's secluded dwelling, a humble cottage nestled in a lush valley. The messenger bore an urgent summons from the queen of a distant land, a realm plagued by a mysterious affliction.

Kael, ever ready to help those in need, heeded the call. He journeyed to the queen's land, a once-prosperous kingdom now shrouded in despair. The affliction, a strange lethargy that sapped the energy of the people, had baffled the realm's wisest healers and scholars.

Kael listened intently as the queen recounted the tale of the affliction, her voice heavy with sorrow. He examined the afflicted, noting their pallid complexions and vacant eyes. He sought answers in the kingdom's libraries, poring over ancient texts and scrolls.

Days turned into weeks, and Kael's search yielded no answers. Frustration gnawed at him, but he refused to give up. He knew that somewhere, hidden within the vast tapestry of knowledge, lay the key to the kingdom's salvation.

One night, as Kael sat alone in his chambers, lost in thought, a memory surfaced from the depths of his mind. It was a fleeting image from the lost city, a mural depicting a ritual performed by the ancient people.

The mural showed a group of figures gathered around a glowing sphere, their hands outstretched in supplication. The sphere pulsed with energy, its glow radiating outward, touching each of the figures in turn.

Kael's heart quickened. Could this be the answer he sought? He recalled the sphere he had encountered in the lost city, the object that had granted him the knowledge he now possessed.

With renewed hope, Kael set out to recreate the ritual depicted in the mural. He gathered the kingdom's wisest scholars and healers, explaining his theory and enlisting their help. Together, they constructed a replica of the sphere, using the descriptions and diagrams found in the ancient texts.

On the day of the ritual, the kingdom's people gathered in the central square, their faces etched with a mixture of hope and fear. Kael, standing before the replica of the sphere, raised his hands and began to chant the words he had deciphered from the mural.

As the chant grew louder, the sphere began to glow, its light pulsating in rhythm with the words. The glow intensified, spreading outward until it enveloped the entire square. The people gasped in astonishment, feeling a surge of energy coursing through their veins.

The lethargy that had plagued the kingdom for so long vanished, replaced by a newfound vitality. The queen, her face radiant with joy, embraced Kael, her gratitude overflowing.

Kael's fame reached new heights, his name whispered in reverence throughout the land. But he remained humble, his heart filled with a quiet satisfaction. He had used the knowledge he had gained to heal a kingdom, to bring hope to a people in despair. And in doing so, he had honored the legacy of the lost civilization, ensuring that their wisdom would continue to light the path for generations to come.

FantasyMicrofictionShort Story

About the Creator

Kristina Zill

She/her. Survivor. LGBTQ+. Polyamorous. Writer. Gamer.

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