The Eagle's Aerial Perspective aka Golden Eagle turns two years old today!
A flash fiction blogfest to celebrate the occasion...check the others there and vote for me if you like.
On the other hand forget it...my entry gets lost among the writer crowds.
Create a story, in any format whether that's flash fiction or poetry, where the aforementioned character does something qualifying them as an evil genius. You can also choose an already-existing person, perhaps from one of your favorite books or movies--just tell us why you think they're the best.
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A flash fiction blogfest to celebrate the occasion...check the others there and vote for me if you like.
On the other hand forget it...my entry gets lost among the writer crowds.
Create a story, in any format whether that's flash fiction or poetry, where the aforementioned character does something qualifying them as an evil genius. You can also choose an already-existing person, perhaps from one of your favorite books or movies--just tell us why you think they're the best.
He paced across the floor, impatiently
awaiting the messenger’s return.
‘The fool of an imp must have left the
mansion four hours ago, can’t these useless fools do one thing right?’
He dismissed his personal aide with a
flick of the hand, causing the poor creature to crash onto the cold stone
floor outside the room.
The crystal revealed nothing as yet.
‘The ancients had set strong wards…but
not for long.’
The curse was almost ready. The final
words of the mantra left, to be uttered on the blue moon night, two days hence.
Hidden by him in the old walls 150 years ago, it
slumbered waiting the unleashing of its dark potency.
“Only the mad bat knows where…”
He chuckled loudly, scaring the Bagoons
in the cages.
She had played her part well, all these
years, and would soon be rewarded for her loyalty.
They would be ‘The Lord of the lands and
his consort.’ with all the high born crushed under his heels.
The Council had exiled him over his dark aides
as they called them. In reality, he knew that they were scared and envious of
his newly acquired powers. The spineless cowards had been unwilling to break
the ancient oath and grab at everlasting glory, proclaiming truth and light as
the greatest gifts.
‘He would show them the meaning of
greatness, true power.’
A
scrap at the open roof grabbed his attention, the vulture glided down,
encircling the clustered room.
Casting a quick, non verbal spell;
transformed the scavenger into the hideous shape of his slave.
Trembling hands handed him the silk
scroll wrapped up in protective Kusha grass.
‘Remove the grass blanket!’ he thundered, pulling away
his hand as though it had been singed.
If things went well, the hated Charis’, Shaks’ and Warriers’, in particular, would be graced by an ancient visitor on the next
moonless night. The Green Dew would
bring with it, this time, the Elder Borns’ decimation.
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* The villain from my Fantasy WIP- Restless, who won't appear before 20000 words at least.
* The story is basically set in India, loosely based on Indian Vedic magic and Arabic Magic.
