This is a response to Monday’s Finish the Story Challenge, where a picture and the first sentence are given (on a Monday, hence the name) as a prompt. This is my attempt at… well, at Finishing the Story. I hope you enjoy it.
The petroglyphs told the story of an unusual event. They were impossibly old, older than Babylon, than Egypt. They dated back to the dawn of civilization, when man was still a hunter and a gatherer.
If the Professor hadn’t known this for a certainty, he would have dismissed it as impossible. The petroglyphs didn’t simply show the stories of hunters and wild beasts.
Etched into ancient stone was the image of a city- a great fortress to rival the wonders of the ancient world. The drawing was crude, but unmistakable.
A city, the Professor thought. This changes everything we thought we knew.
He ran from the cave, eager to share what he had found.
In his excitement and bewilderment, he had missed a figure shown just outside the city walls- tall, spindly, inhuman. Its face was a white skull and its eyes were blazing fire.
He didn’t hear the sound of bony talons scraping against the cave floor either.