have come up with the idea for a Monday Morning Flash Fiction challenge. Each Monday a new picture prompt will be posted and if you choose to participate - you post your story on Friday - 350 words, give or take.
A meeting in the Mists
They came in the night like ghosts, destroying everything in their way. City after city fell and wives sent their husbands to war with a kiss and a promise, mothers sent their sons and told them to come back. But none came back. The conquerors killed everything and everyone. They left barren lands after them and soon they would have taken the entire country.
Liselle stood in the mists and looked out over the lake. In the distance she heard drums and a thump in the ground that made her soul cry. They were near now, but she had nowhere to run. She had heard of people who had fled to the west and made it, but now they came from the west with their weapons, from north with their thirst for blood, and from the east with a smile on their face and madness in their eyes. Behind her lay a vast ocean, and so she cried.
There is where he found her, crouched in the water. Birds fled when they saw him, and now wonder why. With his black wings he was death himself. But he was tired, some many countries whose name he had forgotten, so much death. So he sighed and she looked up.
“Are you here to kill me?” she whispered and looked up in fear.
For once he wanted something else than fear, always fear.
“We will not cross to ocean,” he told her. “Or the mountains to the west, what we have taken we will keep but we can go no further. “ He spoke the truth. They could only take that which they once had owned. Not the new countries ruled by new gods.
She sat still and looked at the Dragon Lord. So beautiful in his horror. Slowly she let his words come to her and she understood. She rose.
“Why do you spare me?”
For a moment she thought she saw sorrow.
“There was a woman, my brother used her t bring down the first kingdom. Her name was Ariana, I,” he looked away and she knew that that which she had seen had been true.” She was beautiful, I loved her, but he had no need of her after the fall.”
She did not know what she was doing but she reached out and touched his face. She closed her eyes and for that moment in time he was just like any other human male.
“My magic can only take you to the border in the mountains. You will have to make your own way down.” He took his mantle and gave it to her. She took it and dared a smile.
“My name is Liselle.”
He nodded and she disappeared.
Just in time. Moments later the beach was crawling with soldiers. He watched the lake for a moment and listened to the screams of the dying. Before going back to what he did the best. Killing.
I started writing and then I realized that this story could actually be a part of my story The Prince of Darkness. That was the beginning, and this the end.
And come on, I was so sweet here .) I had thought about going dark, but aww fluffy bunnies and stuff