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Author: 1306
Rating: G
Challenge/Extas/Toppings: Chokeberry #16 ("Thank you for being a friend") + Rainbow Sprinkles, Fresh Strawberries (Death Mask)
Word Count: 334
Story Arc: Planetarium Collective
Title: Charon's Secret
Summary: One of Pluto's moons, Charon, hides a secret.
A/N: Even more worldbuilding. I'm setting the stage for more stories, you see. :D

No one ever would ever think that the moons that circle my home planet would be anything out of the ordinary. As it stood, they were only a few of a innumerable multitude of spheres of rock that orbit around something in space. It just so happened that they circled around me.

So that had been it, that's as interesting as they get. Of course, not a lot of other people know what they hide; not even some of the other planets know.

Charon, for example, has a crevice that had been growing wider ever since millions of years ago. An inch or two, maybe a whole feet sometimes. It grew big enough to eventually become a canyon, and it ran its winding course through hundreds of miles across barren landscapes.

The canyon, though, was a mere minor detail for me. Strange things like that happen to the other moons quite often. But rather, it was what was hiding in it that made it a place I go to habitually.

Lining the jagged canyon walls were shelves of faces carved from giant slabs and crags, all of which represented the people I had met throughout my time on Earth--

All of them were deceased as well.

A replica of their faces were instantly carved out from the rocks the second those people breathed their last. It was a process that took less than a few hours, talking on the basis of time on Earth, that is. Ever since I had come to Earth, it wouldn't be so surprising to find a new face sitting on the ledge every minute or so.

There are about close to a thousand faces in that canyon. I'd make it a point to at least find someone in there to talk to every now and then; you wouldn't believe how nice the company of stone faces prove to be in the long run.

After all, it's the least I can do to preserve the memory of friends long gone.


Runaway Tales



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