They brought the baby to the tower of the Spark Lord Librarian, whose tower was lit by strange glass globes that glowed with a painful light greater than a candle's flame, powered by the ancient generators. The same generators that protected the village with a fence that spat sparks and burned any who touched it. Servants let them into the library while they fetched him, so they could marvel at the shelves of books his family had also protected, patiently copying and rebinding them into new books to carry their contents forward into the next generation.
"So," the Spark Lord asked as he limped into the room, his cane clattering on the stones as he walked. "What have you brought me to see? Well? Don't just stand there, put it down on the table!"
"Dark creatures, milord," said the hunter, putting his hand on the shoulder of the Baker's wife, silently urging her to lay down the squirming bundle, wrapped in a shaw.
"Dark creatures, you say?" he muttered, unwrapping the baby. It was not like any of the children of the village, with pointed ears and tiny claws at the end of its fingers. "Where did you find this?"
"Down by the old mill, Old Bill saw two creatures crawl into the wreckage of the house there. Monsterous they were, milord. Fell beasts, to be sure. He alerted the village and we went there with torches and set the old house on fire to drive them out, but they either got trapped inside or did not dare venture out. But we found her, by a hole in the wall."
"Old Bill is a paranoid old bat, he should have alerted me to come," the Spark Lord scowled. "We'll have to sift the ashes for their remains."
"Do you know what species this creature is, milord?" the Baker's wife asked.
"I believe I do. Attendant, bring me... oh, what is his name... Wells! H. G. Wells! The Time Machine!"
"A time machine, milord?"
"You're well aware the ancients possessed many artifacts of unusual ability. This was clearly one. Ah, thank you." He flipped through the pages and stopped. "As I feared. This is a 'Morlock'."
The crowd gasped.
"A subterranian species who were once men themselves. Foul cannibals that prey on the surface dwellers."
"Shall we kill it, then?"
"Kill it? I should say not! I need time to study this creature! Once it's full grown and I have determined I have learned all I can of its abilities, then I'll have it dissected. In the meantime, we need to alert the people far and wide of this new threat."
The crowd mummered and nodded at the wiseness of their Spark Lord.
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