Skip to content
The Eternal Flame
Category: Fantasy
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
A knock at the door changed everything.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.