Titans Don't Dream
A D'veen Tale for Micro Fiction March: Week 2
This is my entry for the week two prompt in Mina Howell’s Micro Fiction March challenge! You can learn more about it here.
Final Word Count: 288
Titans don’t dream, but that doesn’t mean we don’t see anything when we close our eyes. No, instead of dreams, we live past memories.
Past lives.
Titan lifetimes span epochs. We shed skin like others change clothes. In my time on D’veen, I have been so many different people.
A god.
A brother.
A storyteller.
An executioner.
I am the last of the Titans, but there was a time when we all carried Chronospheres.
Devices that could rewind time. Last-ditch technology that we used any time a catastrophe struck the realm.
But there was always a rule. A threshold we could never cross. Changes had to be small. Minimal in scope. Anything too large would risk fracturing the timeline.
For you see, time is fragile like glass. So long as the changes were small, I could overwrite the past. Replace the world’s memories.
Of course, I get to keep everything.
So, instead of dreams, I have nightmares.
I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve organized a group in the hopes of stopping the Rot from devouring all of D’veen.
Six members. That’s the limit. Any more, and I risk fracture. And, every time they fail, I rewind the clock. They go back to their lives before I entered them, and I get to try again.
So now, I’ve built this band of adventurers once more. Their names are forever engraved into my mind:
Yeldarb, Isara, Sir Alistair, Jameson, Elara, and Melissari.
Will this time be different? It has to be. I don’t know how much longer I can do this.
I know you’ll never read these letters, my dearly departed sister, but I hope this message reaches you all the same.
With all my love,
Finton Merrybrook
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🥹 this makes me love Finton all the more....
Oh, my heart!
I wasn't expecting that narration to hit me that hard. The briefest pause and sigh, seemingly simple, yet gave so much more heart into Finton's recollection and solidifies the pain regarding the vicious cycle of loss and rebuild.
Beautifully tragic.