Stone Leviathan:
Day and night caravans
came, elephants and horses, camels and carts, anyone who had learned of the
great tremors. The village of Kinnereth had a secret tradition, and it was
ready to share it with the world. Earthquakes and eclipses, omens and signs,
every layer of the cosmic neighborhood pointed to this place, or rather,
beneath it.
The native villagers had
developed an ancient system of torches and candles as they descended in the
earth, a path kept for hundreds of generations. At the bottom of the path there
was a foundry. The heat and pressure of the forge never ended. There was always
someone in attention, someone pumping the metal heart. The foundry was
dedicated to make a great chain, each link was made and formed by the villagers
and attached to a longer series of links, and the longest chain could only be
seen in pieces.
The foundry was immense,
yet seemed superficial, and nearly peripheral to the bottom of the cavern
beneath the village. The whole floor was a thick and unyielding black. The
fires of the foundry could not pierce the inky fog. The chains were lowered
into the darkness, and the nearby villagers listened. New links were then made,
attached to the chain and the process repeated.
Until recently, the
growing metal worm said nothing.
Deep below the villagers
and their monotonous ritual of darkness, a creature had stirred; a terrible leviathan
without name. It was gestating in its subterranean cave with a thick covering
of slimy protection. The villagers had only discovered a small part of a larger
cave, and the barrier of darkness had kept them from descending further.
Hundreds of people
encircled the small village, and the population swelled into a septic
nightmare.
No one knew what was
beneath the black cavern, but the news had spread fast: The chain links had
reached something, something which had responded with earthquakes and an
audible clicking noise. Some suspected it was a great evil ready to unleash
destruction upon the world. Some thought a new world was just beyond dark
boundary, or perhaps a great treasure. Speculation spread over the growing
village in candlelight conversations, handshakes, and allegiances.
The foundry was full of
new workers, or rather new volunteers. The metal worm was increased each day,
and with a new urgency of production.
The unknown had attracted the devout; those who took speculation to a
reckless certainty. There were those willing to climb down the chain and
investigate the darkness. They wanted to be the first, and their lives were
unimportant to themselves, not when they could be part of something greater.
Not everyone was terrified
or awestruck, some used the chance to sell their wares to a budding metropolis.
They knew there was no infrastructure, no sanitation, no irrigation; this was a
flashfire. Who knows how long the mystery would hold everyone here, or whether
the frequent earthquakes would swallow up the village? However, the devout and terrified would make
great customers in the meanwhile.
Deep below the creature
grew, the oily darkness was shell of an egg. Yet there was now a metal worm on
its surface and the time immergence was near. Within the egg the creature
pecked at a hole, a crack had formed, and its beak was smashing it out of
instinct. With each gigantic peck of the creature, there was an earthquake.
A week was all it took
before the pecking had broken through the darkness and the creature could be
seen. They peered into the vast cave and saw an immense bird shape, but rather
than feathers or down, it was covered in blue scales, vibrant and luminous. Yet
when fully revealed it appeared to be sleeping, or at least resting.
The foundry chain was
coiled near its head, like a thin hair on a human face. One by one the devout
descended the chain and into the presence of the sleeping beast. Some prepared
themselves to be devoured, some brought scrolls to attempt conversation, and
others brought offerings of gems and crystals. Hundreds of people climbed down
the great chain.
The creature however, had
no such interests. After a few days of the human circus the creature started began
stirring again. It gazed around at all the human beings. With a rumbling and
subterranean thunder, it pecked at the human beings. Its beak was the size of
large house, and devoured swathes of devotees at a time. Some managed to evade
the oncoming monstrance, but where can you run when the earth is opening its
maw to consume you?
The creature was fully
excited and thrashed around as it shed the darkness. The village was overcome
by a torrent of stone and earthquakes. The foundry was buried with the
merchants and the caravans, the makeshift city fell into the earth by the
displacement of the creature rising from the cavern below. Its newborn limbs
caused fault lines to shatter and its roar was heard for a thousand miles.
It pecked through the
debris, eating any creatures it could. Oxen, camels, horses, humans, dogs,
chickens, all rolled down the scaly throat of bird-thing. It ate everything
without consideration. After a few months, the creature coiled again and slept,
its new body stretching itself in a restful growth.
During its rest, it
attracted even more human beings. Armies came as ambassadors of nearby nations.
Their metal weapons could do nothing against the sleeping beast’s scales. More
devotees came and offered more desperate objects. They offered blood and ashes,
they offered great golden hordes of treasure. The willing first wet the altar
stone, followed by slaves and prisoners. The negotiation was generous.
After a few silent months,
it awoke again, and its beak was dry and thirsty. It gorged on the armies and
the offerings, consuming all nearby. Its body towered over the horizon, and the
armies fled in vain. Who can strike down a mountain? Who can flee an avalanche?
The shadow grew to meet the sun and then rolled back. Again, the creature slept
without interruption.
At this point, all the
people of the world had heard of the giant who shook the earth, and the blue
terror who consumed armies. Everyone rallied in fellowship, they tried again to
negotiate, they offered more blood and bones, more armies, and more treasure.
Yet when the creature woke it didn’t matter. It predictably ate all nearby and
had grown so large it could travel the boundaries of a nation in a single step.
Its beak now rose above the clouds, spanning and even greater distance.
A shadow fell over the
world, the size and presence could be felt by everyone who remained. Its breath
was a clock; each inhale could be heard and the ground shook with tremors. The
exhale was a blasting wind which could scour the mountains. Wherever the beast
walked and breathed, wherever it slumbered and rose, the surface of the earth
was bleached clean by its growing appetite.
Within a few years, there
were few places on the planet the creature could not reach in a single step.
Its resting period grew longer and its growth even more monstrous; of all of
its body, its neck grew by miles. When it woke, its head could travel to any
part of the globe, limited only by the eyes of hunger.
The floating head, which
measured hundreds of miles in length at this point, roamed the equator in
search of new prey. Any trees with scooped up below the soil and digested in
the belly of the beast. Any towns or cities were likewise gouged out of the
earth and fell into the gizzard of the behemoth. Those who survived the storms
and earthquakes, those who hid from the blue maw of annihilation, cherished
their shadows of safety. The spine of the creature appeared as a mountain
range, floating in the clouds, and heard as a shearing thunder. The blue peaks
rolled through the sky, like a river of stone.
Humanity was reduced to a
mere witness.
As the beast grew, so did
its hunger and soon the earth was not enough. Its eyes looked to the orbs in
the sky. Within a month the moon was crushed in its jaws. The sky fell, and
pieces of moon covered the planet in choking haze of red. Fire rained down for
weeks, and the sun turned red and dull. The beast looked to the sun and tried
to stretch its neck out to eat it. It needed to grow longer, so it rested,
coiling its neck as a sleeping serpent.
With the moon destroyed, the
earth started a descending orbit into the sun.
It was 45 years before the
coiled creature opened its gigantic eyes. Its neck had grown long, and the
surface of the planet was alive with fire. The sun had come close on its own
accord, all life had been incinerated or burnt into clouds of ash. The corona
of the sun was seen above, covering the entire horizon in a sky of red plasma,
no longer a distant orb, now a sea of incandescent turbulence, flowing in
currents of nuclear fire.
The creature stretched out
its neck again, but the sun made the size of the mighty beast to be that of a
tiny mite. It melted the scaled face and angry maw; it burnt the hungry eyes.
The creature screamed and howled in pain, but no one lived to hear it; human
beings were long since extinct, unable to deal with the heat of the approaching
star.
The atomic foundry burned
bright without consideration for the cries of the beast. It didn’t notice the
planet approaching, and when the terrestrial body reached the proximity of the
cornea, the planet began to disintegrate in a molten fury of cataclysmic
thunder. Then into a radiant fire, until nothing of the earth remained.