No fancy title for this one, only the default one that came with the challenge. I’ve already mostly written creepy/supernatural stories this month, so I knew that this one would be the same. But than I thought, well, I haven’t done anything post-apocalyptic yet.
Today’s prompt has your main character about to enter a tunnel, what sort is for you to decide but here are some tips
The Tunnel – You are in control. Is it dark or are there lights along the walls or roof ? Is it long and winding or can you clearly see the thrs ugh to the other end? Is it running through a cliff face making it impossible to go over or round because there’s a sheer drop to the ocean below, or through a mountain. Set the scene.
Kareddar sat on the rock, happy to be off his feet, even for just a little while. His plate armor had been weighing him down on his travels, and without a horse, it made it all the more difficult. But he was a knight of the Emperor’s Inner Circle, and that meant he had to complete his journey, horse or no.
He removed his helm and let his long blond hair fall to his shoulders, dripping with sweat. Now he could see much better. The gate before him was sealed shut, all except a small access point that had been covered in plants and rocks. The gates were nothing like Kareddar had ever seen before: huge and solid as a rock, yet similar to the armor of his order, an alloy of various metals no longer seen in the world.
The ground leading to the gates under the hill was littered with rocks and small pieces of stone, which looked to Kareddar to be an ancient roadway, cracked and overgrown with trees and bushes and yellow grasses. The gates themselves were also covered in vines and hanging trees. What’s in this tomb?
The Emperor’s command had been a surprise to his order. After centuries of neglect and ignorance, the Emperor decreed that the old world be researched and restored, no matter the cost. A few major artifacts such as a metal machine that was used for transportation had been recovered, as had many items in the ruins of an ancient city. Old bridges had been reclaimed across the Empire, and broken dams fortified with weaponry and infantry to prevent enemies from controlling the rivers.
The old world was full of strange contraptions, many of which seemed to serve no purpose.
“Electricity,” Kareddar’s grandfather had told him when he asked decades ago. “The old world relied on electricity to survive.” Kareddar had asked how he knew that, and his grandfather had smiled. “I read it in a book.”
Now Kareddar had perhaps found the greatest of them all: an ancient tomb, sealed shut to the changing world. He struggled to his feet and approached the small overgrown opening, cutting back the plant life with his sword, swinging and swinging. Then he spent what felt like hours moving boulders and smaller rocks out of the way, clearing an opening just large enough to squeeze through.
He had expected the tomb to be engulfed in darkness, but that was not the case. Light poured in from holes in the ceiling and cracks in the walls, where small valleys faced up toward the top of the hill. The ground was cracked and crumbling, plant life reclaiming the old civilization where the sun shown.
Many of the machines old humans used for transport were lined up like a cemetery, among other things, rusted and broken. He pulled out the old map. Thebsull’s Tomb was not a tomb at all, but a tunnel of a forgotten age. He would make sure that got corrected.
Again, not a completed idea, but it could be interesting to return to in the future.