Somebody on tumblr gave me the prompt: What if everyone in Hydropolis except Nerea turned into dust once the spell wore off because time caught up with them?
Posted on tumblr on September 18, 2018.
WARNING FOR: Character Death
Stick to the Script and Other Stories
By Bilbo-sama
The Sands of Time
"It is done," said Queen Nerea as the scroll containing the Declaration of Interdependence rolled itself up and floated back to Evan who then tucked it into his arms band. "Hydropolis stands with you, King Evan. I -"
A clock somewhere chimed the noon hour. At the final chime, Leander started to pale.
"Your Majesty," he whispered, horrified. He pointed to a young priestess who was staring at her hands in shock.
Or rather, her lack of hands and forearms.
"W-what's happening to me?!" she cried as she continued to dissolve.
"Oh god," breathed Roland.
Evan covered his ears as he picked up the distance cries and shouts for help. He whimpered as the noise became quieter.
"H-help me," said the priestess with a despairing expression before she at last collapsed into a pile of dust.
"Nerea," spoke up Leander as he crumbled while approaching his queen, "It's been an honor serving you." He picked up her hand and kissed it with coarse lips.
"Farewell." He was the last to collapse.
Queen Nerea stared at her hand where a sandy imprint of a pair of lips rested on it.
She screamed.