Skip to content
The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
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.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.