Skip to content
The Eternal Flame
Category: Fantasy
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.