Solo Farming In The Tower Novels & Stories

"So, um, what do they have you doing?" "Well, today we had a lost hiker, so I had to leave the tower..." Mom interrupted me. "What? The tower? You were in the tower? They never use that anymore." I was all business. "This year has been very dry, and the fire danger is at an all-time high. They fixed the tower up, and I got hired as the tower and night ranger for the season." Mom's voice was measured, interrogating. "What are your hours? It must get very lonely up there."

That night was different. The villa did not feel like a place that only held memories of my fathers accomplishments. It felt like my home. Stephen and I were sitting on the terrace watching the stars come out in the sky. The little lights from the wedding were gone. The moon was shining bright enough to show us the vines. "You did it " Stephen said, putting his hand on my back. "The Tower of Glass is really gone now." "There is still a lot of work to do Stephen " I said. "We have to deal with the trust and the legal papers. We have to take care of the harvest. Marco says the North part of the land needs care this year. The soil is not doing well."

"We were supposed to be done with this. No more towers. No more codes. Just the dirt and the kid." "The dirt is being cooked, Kaelor. Look at the pressure gauge." Aradaa pointed a shaking finger at a biological node on the wall. It was turning a bruised purple. "If the Overseer finishes this draw, there won't be a farm to go back to. Just a burnt husk floating in a dead sea." "Then I'll rip his throat out. Again." Kaelor’s amber eyes burned with a feral light, reflecting the terrifying architecture of the Hive rising from the trench floor.

He smiled, feeling satisfied. The game went on and everyone took turns pulling out a piece. Turn after the turn, the tower became taller and more and more unstable as it lost its structure. Everyone could sense that the end was near, now they could only wait and see who would fall victim and receive the punishment. Right now, it was Zane’s turn and the tower looked ready to fall over, all it would take was one light push, maybe even a light breeze. The shaky 2nd year (un)strategically chose a piece at the bottom and tapped on it softly.

Okay, what did I miss? "What happened?" "They're building a tower." Maya and Tony answered. My best friend tucks her hair behind her ears and Tony grunts before looking away. "Okay, you both will be too hung over to recall this tomorrow, so is it worth it?" They share a look then sigh. "No." "Great." "They're building a tower and each side represents Truth or Dare. If you pull a block from one side, you get to spin the bottle and ask whoever it lands on what you pull. If the tower falls, you have to agree to do a dare of the group's choosing."

However, it was better to leave these matters simple. Whatever he wanted to think, Felicia didn't care. She walked straight to an interesting structure—a star-gazing tower. This tower was the most special place in the area, where only women were allowed to ascend. Currently, it is the most crowded place in Actaman City. No one was competing on the tower, but many people were waiting in the stands. "Miss, I thought you were too cowardly to come and compete!"

And then my cursed womb couldn’t even do that, produce a child for the stupid fucking Towers. “Well, then, if we can enter we can kill ‘em, right?” Haldor says jovially. “Problem solved.” “No, problem not solved,” Noah snaps. “Remember what we had to do the last time this happened? The Towers need to be fed.” “They’re stone structures, King,” Pria says and daintily picks at her eggs. “Stone doesn’t need to be fed.” “They’re made of rose quartz,” I say. “And these are not regular crystals. They breathe… like they’re alive.”