Archive for September 27th, 2010

Fall: On Your Sword

27 Sep

The copper smell of death was all around him as he picked his way through the defeated army. He should have been captured or beheaded, but he’d been knocked unconscious and escaped the victors’ notice.

“I’ve failed us,” he said upon reaching a particular corpse. “You tried to warn me but my vanity prohibited me from heeding you. I am as sorry for that as anything else.”

He pulled the bloodied sword from his friend’s lifeless grip and wiped the blade clean. The blade slipped easily between the chinks in his armor and he crumpled to the ground.

“Goddess, redeem me.”