A glass shatters somewhere above his head. The manor was supposed to be empty, but it seems some darkling or other made their way inside the walls. It was a nuisance, but not unexpected, not when there were so many shadows that time of the day. A twilight of everything that ever dared to exist.
It was the work of Alistair, of course. The noisy inventor was a mad scientist on his best day, but a complete chaos agent most of the time. And it seemed that, somehow, he found himself drunk with the darklings upstairs. Elijah carefully measured the scene, his former mentor more of a joyous barbarian than a visionary. Lost on the floor between all the glass and all his demons, the Professor was the picture of decadence, an ode to the finality of life, no matter how long you tricked death. It was the curse of being human, being whipped into shape by time.
If he closed his eyes, Elijah could walk ten years into his own past tense, watching his brilliant teacher pluck him from his very own shadows and make him a victor. He could see the beginning of project Zeta, images of everything they'd lost zoning past him at the speed of light. Zoya, his zealous engineer. Cisco, a sledgehammer of a man. Aritza, the love of his life.
He opened his eyes and was back to the present, producing a coffee mug out of nowhere to replace the alcohol in the old man's system. It was 5 am, and the bells announced breakfast in ten minutes, before even the sun was up.
The following challenges were completed during the writing exercise:
Event A glass shatters
Begin Start typing to begin
Words Reach 50 words
Character A noisy inventor
Letter Use the letter R
Event Someone is drunk
Words Reach 100 words
Character A joyous barbarian
Letter Use the letter C
Prop Include a whip
Event Your character travels into the past
Words Reach 200 words
Letter Use the letter Z
Prop Include a coffee mug
Event Breakfast is served
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