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The Highlander’s Quest
Category: Historical
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.