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The Crystal Sword
Category: Fantasy
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.