Skip to content
The Eternal Flame
Category: Fantasy
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
A knock at the door changed everything.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.