After months of stagnant creativity and the general demands of real-life, I am trying my hand at this 100 Drabble Challenge in the hopes of stirring up some writing productivity.
Thank you so much to NirCele who is the impetus behind this challenge and who provides the prompts, and also to LadyLindariel who manages the community!
Also to Levade, for unrelenting encouragement.
Fire
Halimath. So dry the grasses rattle like the witch-bones of a seer and the skyline swims in shimmering distortion. It has not rained for months. The pines moan, crackle, sift needles down into a twenty-league bed of tinder.
Secluded somewhere in their midst, a valley.
He is underling. Worthless, nameless. But he will earn the master's favor.
He lets his torch caress the grass. Fire ribbons towards the treeline. Licks the first low branches, sheets black into the sky.
By dusk he stands on the verge of a mile of destruction. A river of fire runs south.
Imladris will burn.