Today's Flash Friday 55 fiction is inspired by one of the sample photos in my new laptop, lol. I thought a random photo to which I have no personal connection might make an interesting muse.
"On the point..."
"More than a beacon," he thought... "I'm the watcher for all ages." How the necromantic prism came into his possession, he cannot recount. "Now that I have this prism," His eyes rolled back into his head as he pondered over the glowing orb. "The worlds I'll visit with ethereal incantations..." all from the secluded promontory.