Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #14 May 2015 | Page 50

Star Seers

contorted in outrage.

One Year Anniversary

Episode: The Fallen Saviour
By: Michael Bene
It was unbearably hot in the hidden temple of planet
Pleasureville. Camille, Mary, and Veronica (Camille’s
android duplicate) were now captives of an insane
cult led by the energy-being Nar-Tol and his two high
priests. However the crew of The Harbinger was viewing strange energy readings from across that world.
Was it one of the elder gods of this cult returning... or
something entirely different? Find out in the end of
season for Star Seers!
Nar-Tol stood at an altar, Camille, Mary and Veronica bound behind him. A vortex gate hung above him
with writhing tentacles slowly emerging as Nar-Tol
began the ritual to bring his masters to this realm.
Camille watched with fear in her eyes as Nar-Tol
turned around. The energy-being stood over them and
removed his hood to reveal Jimmy Stonewall’s smiling face. “I felt this face would ease you the most. His
body might have been strong, but his will was weak.”
He conjured a chair and sat facing them. “I suppose
you have already guessed what I am attempting to do
here. My gods have looked forward to this day for a
thousand generations, and I shall not have them wait
longer. You three were chosen as sacrifices by my
high priests. They judged you well enough through
their own eyes, because they were on-board your star
vessel.”

The other priests continued the ritual. “I was hoping
you would be my breeding woman Camille. I chose
you over Mary for that reason alone. You were strong
enough for it anyhow,” Eric said as Camille’s eyes
welled up with tears. Eric drew his sword and held it
close to her. “I might even start now if I like. Fuck you
bloody till you’re full of my seed,” he said and with
one swipe removed Camille’s right arm. She screamed
in pain as Eric laughed. “I guess I was wrong about
your firebirds. Your people are weak after all.” Camille
felt her blood boil. Her wound was healing, and she
felt an odd tingling involving chronot energy because
of her race’s affinity for time-travel. Camille paid it
no mind since the pain in her arm intensified. Mary
was busy removing her bindings without their captors
noticing, casting concerned glances at Camille.
The portal changed as one of the priests stepped back
from it, robes slowly burning off to reveal a Dothranik underneath. A tentacle shoved through his back as
the red-skinned alien became a conduit. “Nar-Tol,
the portal is incomplete. Time ruptures! Yet you gloat
like an idiot. Your defeat is imminent, and your pride
will weaken you.” Nar-Tol stood from his throne and
bowed to his master. “My lord... I will personally find
and purge the temporal interloper immediately.” The
tentacle withdrew.
Camille sat holding her arm with Veronica tending to
her. Mary’s hidden blade severed the last binding on
her wrists; she stayed in her position. The Nekosian
would not let anyone know she was unbound.
*The Harbinger*

The two high priests howled with laughter as they removed their hoods. They had lied from the start to The
Harbinger and her crew. Camille and Mary felt the
betrayal even stronger when they saw that one of them
was Eric. “I chose them early on. They spoke to me
through petty sorcery from the pale realm. They have
always been mine.” Eric stepped alongside his master
with the other priest and grinned at Camille, her face

Catelynn Drevikin, a Dothranik attendant for Mary,
stood at the captain’s chair to use the scanners. “The
chronot energy is beginning to build to climax; it
might be a time gate.” She announced over the feeds
from Camille and Mary’s video that were being broadcast to the crew. They considered Mary