A Harvest of Earthlings

In response to Sue Vincent’s

Thursday photo prompt – The Tower… #writephoto

‘She called to me first!” he whispers into the quiet air as his deftly trained fingers used the most subtle of movements to spin the final sector of the third quadrax lock.

Ordinarily, such a noise would mean death, on a stealth mission of this nature, but he knows, without knowing how he knows, that the two eunuchs on guard around the ancient tower are busy with something else.

He knows so much… So much had been transmitted in the constant dreams that plagued his sleep with despairing delight when she appeared to him each night, urging him on, showing him the skills he needed to open the locks of the ruined Tower. Always, as her image faded with the Silamnos’ sunrise, he would hear her plead, “Save me…”

Now he was going to be…