I'm Coming Grandfather
by Wolfenshire
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Description
Zan’s Prehistoric World
Narrative:
Zan looked at the Commander and asked, “I broke the most sacred law, how am I hero?” The crowds pressed in on Zan, all wanting to pat him on the back or shake his hand.
“The moment you activated the “imminent death” beacon your audio-vid began transmitting; intended for rescuers to gage the situation before arrival,” Commander Reox explained. “A news satellite picked up the transmission immediately. The news producer on duty at the time activated an emergency news over-ride and every program on every Vid on Deamonia was cut live to your transmission. Within minutes the live feed was being sent to every world, moon, colony, and ship in the Alliance.”
The Commander pulled Zan through the crowds as he explained, “We all watched as your brother tumbled into space, we all watched as you launched yourself into space to rescue him and we watched as you opened your own shield to feed him oxygen; you held none back for yourself. Then we watched as you lit the forbidden-flame. We listened as you pleaded for “Dinosaur-Snack” not to die.”
The Commander paused and chuckled before continuing. “Historians on dozens of worlds scrambled to figure out what a “dinosaur-snack” was. “Then even when you were only moments from death yourself, you reached out and begged the rescuers to save your brother.”
Zan was shaking hands with a species he fervently hoped were its hands and asked the Commander, “But how does that make me hero?”
“Never before in the history of your species has a demon ever committed a selfless act of sacrifice. You have shaken Deamonia and the Alliance to the core,” the Commander explained.
“I’m not a hero and I don’t deserve this medal,” Zan said while holding up the Flame of Deamonia Medal.
The Commander entered a room and Zan followed, “Forget that for now, we have something else more important to discuss and not much time for you to decide.” The Commander pointed at a table, his brother’s things were laying there.
Zan rushed to the table and started going through Zam’s possessions. He sighed; the Star Crystals were still there. Zan slung his brother’s carrying pouch with the Crystals over his shoulder. Then Zan frantically kept searching, it wasn’t here, where was it?”
“Is this what you are looking for?” the Commander held up the transmitter necklace.
Zan ran over and snatched it from the Commander. He looked at it closely. It was a transmitter, but it was a much newer one then Zams.
The Commander shook his head, “I thought so, it’s missing, I obviously have a traitor on board my ship,” the Commander explained. “But it didn’t take a great leap of detective work to piece everything together. Our sensors registered a trans-jump that originated strangely enough, from deep space. I figure you and your brother stole some new technology from that science out-post you live on. Your brother was lured across the galaxy by someone he trusted. Hence, he had to have a transmitter.”
The Commander lifted the pile of Zam’s favorite necklaces, “Your brother likes necklaces, so he would have kept it on a necklace. Then the person gave him coordinates to jump to a lifeless moon instead of the planet next to it. Probably with the promise that there would be a ship waiting or his more technology smart brother wouldn’t have allowed him to jump.”
Zan stayed silent.
“All you have to do is ask for asylum and I will grant it, you have 30 minutes to think about it.” The Commander turned and left the room.
Zan picked up his brother’s hunting knife, turned and walked to the view portal. He could see Demon Prime in the distance. Zan lifted the hunting knife and cut a deep line into his palm; the symbol of a Demon vengeance oath.
“You hurt my brother, grandfather,” Zan whispered at the darkness. “I’m coming for you.”
Comments (15)
JeanneDeau
Imaginitlve.
pat40
Lovely pic &work
rickclark
Does not disappoint, not in image art, nor in written art. Both are superb. Rick
Valeriya
You have changed the style? Magical work, I really like them!
papasmrfe
I like the way you change your artistic style for different areas in the story, and your writing, as always, is excellent.
ontar1
Wow, a strange turn of events, outstanding work!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
jendellas
Blimey, brave words from Zan. xx
netsuke
Way cool. Be careful Zan - you need to be around to protect your bro - plus you really aren't a great demon - your better than that. OMG, I'm talking to a character in a story again.
johndoop
Great picture The story is beautiful !!!!!!!!!You work more and more in photoshop I like it.
GrandmaT
Excellent!!!!
jocko500
very wonderful. your work is wonderful and here a link you may like as it it history. http://www.itbn.org/index/detail/lib/people/sublib/Sid+Roth/ec/V4N2IyZDr5RASj8D0KAQUfHfHDlyosC_
ArtistKimberly
Delightful Outstanding,
Windigo
Another great image and story addition! Well done.
auntietk
Pressure is SO often meant to make someone make a poor decision! I can't wait to see how this turns out.
Roco43
Good work