After completing Territorial Flight, I turned my attention to the next piece of micro-fiction for the month—an entry in my Wanderings series. In the previous installment, Kindled Message, I began laying the foundation for a greater tale, one woven through choices, burdens, and echoes of power. Now, it’s time to follow Ramas as he faces one of those choices.
Every dawn is a reckoning for Ramas. Once, the light of the world guided his every path, but the Sight has changed everything. His curse grants him glimpses of the universe’s hidden spirals, yet robs him of the simple beauty of a sunrise. To his eyes, the sky is no longer sky. It’s a storm of galaxies unfurling beyond mortal comprehension. And as Nilus gives him his next command, the morning no longer brings peace, but purpose.
Outer Sight follows Ramas in the quiet moments before his decision—to chase the lost legends of his kind, or to face a doomed war without hope of victory. This is not a story of triumph, but of endurance. It highlights a man standing at the edge of exhaustion, clinging to duty while the world trembles beneath unseen threads.
Will Ramas pursue the myth of The Lost Children of Sight? Or will fear of what lies beyond his vision hold him back?
Come, sit down and allow me to give you a mini-escape and kindle your imagination.
As the sun crept over the horizon, Ramas’s gaze lingered on the fading fire. The smoke curled like ghostly threads, teasing unseen patterns from the air. “Why did he suggest The Lost Children of Sight?”
The wanderer clutched his helm and slid it on as his milky eyes lifted from the embers to the rising sun. “Why’s he sending me to the outer isles? Does he enjoy hunting for ghosts?”
A faint hum rippled through the ashes as a white spark bloomed. With a chuckle, Ramas ignored the swirling galaxy of the sun and focused on the singular star in front of him. “Are you still watching me, old friend?”
The flicker dissolved into dust, riding the wind eastward. He followed its trail until it mingled with the golden edge of dawn.
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