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Neon Horizon
Category: Sci-Fi
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.