The sky above swirls angrily. The air is heavy with the smell of smoke and the road is deserted. The song pounds through my mind. The song all grew up hearing, singing and enjoying now haunts me as I walk. I travel by night, alone. The Shadow has attacked many villages. How many remain? My heart sinks when I see a red glow spring up on the horizon.
Up ahead another village is burning. Up ahead The Shadow is killing and pillaging. Up ahead… I cast a tentative glance to the road behind me.
But there is no one there.
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ReplyDeleteOoh. Nice.
ReplyDeleteexcellent. I love the theme you have with your drabbles
ReplyDeleteGreat job setting the tone. Intriguing!
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