Skip to content
Sword of Destiny
Category: Historical
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.