This story is really based on the third generation – if you take 400 years as a generation.
It takes the beginning and then something else.
It moves to a second 4 hundred generation which again destroys virtually everything, and finally to a planet that has recovered from upheaval; with a buried world and one that thinks it is on top, and NO, I have finished with the ideas of the 1st two generations.
This is the start of my thinking getting a little better on the ideas.
Thanks for following and remember there are another five Dwarf Admirals and a hundred thousand more prisoners on the way after the first epoch.
The prisoners to the north were still arguing amongst themselves. Some wanted to move south to David Jamesson’s castle – which was closer, whilst others chose to move west towards James Droga’s castle but food, once again was a problem and in the light of that they decided to move south with Jamesson’s castle only seven miles away.
Unlike the prisoners to the south who’d lost a third of their number when the seas rose around the lodge, there were still twenty thousand of them to the north but all still shackled and they slowly made their way south west towards the castle.
The reality of the flooding was that Destraight was virtually cut in two with only a gap of land to west of some five to ten miles still intact at the midway point and the rocks might have passed overhead but they were in the sky; still moving to the west and what happened after that was any creature’s guess – even the Admiral’s.
Martan decided to slaughter some of the animals so at least he appeared to be keeping his word but it was a long night and the noise for the prisoner’s camp seemed to increase by the minute as they regained their abilities.
By the morning the Trons, who for some reason did not have their telepathic abilities interfered with by the manacles – possibly that they were wooden and it interfered with the signals to a nervous system that was unknown – had communicated with the other prisoners who were now heading for the causeway and the Admiral Matira’s key was already releasing leaders and the Wolfen; Rock Trolls were very humane in their killing but the impact of the fists left traces of stone in the animals they killed although the Wolfen tended to kill the animals and then eat them – a compromise was being looked for and another compromise was going to be needed as one of the rocks left the sky and hit an area near James Droga’s castle.
It didn’t take much for them to see the red fire spring up, or to those who could fly – fly – the seas started to sweep in towards but the causeway started to rise even more and it was hot.
The prisoners to the east saw the impact and manacled they tried to run as waters swept in towards the heat of the causeway. The impact was felt as the skies darkened but all that seemed to happened was the land vibrated; heat erupupted; the seas swirled and bully’d the land like an HMRC Inspector, but it looked as though the rock had missed the land and hit the deep sea.
Not to say it didn’t change the world but there seemed to be some protection in Toshonia where the land rose and prevented the seas from sweeping in from the north but the were sweeping in from the south and only the rocks rising there were saving the prisoners.
To the south was know rocks, mountains and sea. To the west the sea played with the land without permission. To the east – no-one knew at the moment but the water was rising over the causeway and the prisoners to the west watched it. If it carried on, they wouldn’t need to worry about food, or fresh water; they watched as it moved in and those able to move, did.
Their horror became worse as they watched the seas flood in from the east in a torrent 30 foot high and they were swept to the east for the few who would survive.
James Droga’s problems were solved as the sea hit everything.
David Jamesson’s problems were less as the seas hit a hundred miles of land but unfortunately they fed the seas around the lodge and so the first prisoner disposal died, as did everyone.