Word count: 168 | Completed:Yes | Style: Vengeful (what else?)

Night sky towered above them, an expanse of infinity above their tiny bodies. The wind was harsh and cold as it battered itself against their thin jackets, the slick fog creeping into their jumpers. Bracing themselves against the dire weather, they placed their bowls of offerings down before their makeshift alter. Most of the flower petals had scattered in the wind on their way to the hilltop, but the raw meat had managed to stay in its bowl.

Just the two of them in the enormous hillscape, desperately trying to appease their god after the terrible sacrilege of the past centuries. But it was too late. With a resounding thud, their alter was suddenly gone, crushed underneath an egg-shaped stone.

Their questions turned to puffs of white air, dissipating in an instant. The stone before them began to scream, a pure note slicing through their skins more than the cold ever could. When the scream died all that remained was two scorched jackets, flapping uselessly down the hillside.

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