Serial Micro Fiction: Gears of Myrekal – Part 1

“Where is it?” rushed the frantic words from Kezik’s mouth. “Where did it go?”

His body stumbled clumsily around his workshop, a small alcove in the hallway, lined with two layers of shelves.

He shoved a pile of woven, reed cannisters aside, one tipping over and rolling off the shelf into the middle of the room. He couldn’t help but feel the panic growing. This invention could cause great harm to the world if it fell into the wrong hands.

Kezik wore this night’s nightmare like a mantle. It weighed down on his shoulders as he searched for his missing invention. In his dream he watched as he built it, marveled as he used it (for its intended purposes, of course!), felt the glory of the breakthrough, received attention and adoration from those around him, and failed to see the shrouded figure that took it all away.

Whispers in his mind told him all the rotten things that more debased minds would do with it. These things terrified him and he woke up to find it missing. Kezik spun around to scour the opposite shelf, again coming up empty-handed.

Except for a tiny, silver feather.