Skip to content
Sword of Destiny
Category: Historical
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.