Monday, April 11, 2016

Ten Minute Freewrites - Prompt #12 The New Sky King

Hey everyone! It's Monday! Time for another....

Ten Minute Freewrite

Today's freewrite gives a basic shoutout to The Summer King Chronicles (There's a kickstarter going on right now for book four.... GO TO IT. You won't regret it.). Jess, you might recognize something with this one. ;)

Either way, here's the prompt! Enjoy the story.


Miraj pulled himself out of the liquid filled tub, then stumbled to his knees on the cold, septic floor of the lab, squawking and hacking green bile from his stomach. 

Squawking. Maybe the experiment was a success. Too bad he was too busy coughing his organs out of his mouth to care. 

He lifted his head, drawing in every breath he could, sucking in air, forcing his body to function. He felt heavier than he could remember. A weight pulled down on his shoulders, something ran down his spine and brushed against the bottoms of his feet, and his hands, if indeed they were hands, felt clammy and dry, despite the thin layer of liquid covering his body. 

He felt distant too, as if this wasn’t his actual body. More like he was puppeteering someone else’s body. Very strange. 

He opened his eyes to total darkness. But the world around him wasn’t completely dark. After a moment of adjustment, he discovered he could see almost as well as if it were day. 

The experiment was a success. But it wasn’t supposed to be. He was supposed to die! Give himself up to experimenting instead of facing death on Death Row. He pulled himself to his feet. 

His feet. He looked down and gasped. Instead of human feet, they were lion paws, furry, dark blue, tipped in gold. His legs bent funny, like the back legs of wild cat, forcing him to stand on his toes to keep balance. 

He glanced at his hands. They, too, were different and… wrong. Instead of five human fingers, four clawed “fingers” reached up at him, like the feet of a bird, golden brown and scaly. 

He backed up from the tube, struggling to find something to sit on. He found an office chair, tried to sit, and found a long feathered tail running down his back. 

And more than that, he had wings. He ran his new fingers down the flight feathers, too shocked for words. Scared, he lifted his hands up to his face. In the face of this new experiment, nothing felt real. At least not until he felt the beak that now replaced his mouth and nose. He held the beak with both clawed hands and experimented with opening and closing it. It moved at his command.
Something was wrong. Seriously wrong. Far more wrong than just a successful experiment. 

He knew what they had been planning. Borrow the ancient power of the gryfon god of old, the Sky King of legend. Rumor had it that if the creature was caught, he would grant the captor his powers. The lab here had been trying to “catch” his power. 

Miraj hadn’t believed a word of it. The Sky King was just a myth. The head scientist had told him that they of course weren’t really trying to catch the Sky King’s power – just imitate it based on the legends to develop a new super soldier. They needed a volunteer who wasn’t afraid to die. 

Miraj had spent the last four years on Death Row and was next on the list. He was going to die anyway. Might as well do it in a way that’d get him in the history books. 

But it was supposed to only give him strength. Not change his appearance. Not turn him into… this thing. This physical, standing gryfon.

And to make matters worse, someone whispered to him in his head. 

“Well now, human,” the voice, deep and proud, purred into his mind. “You’ve caught me. Now what do you plan to do with me?”


Now THAT was fun. Man. Can you imagine waking up from something that you should have died from only to be in this state? And have someone speaking to you in your head?


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