The knight awoke to blackness all around. The last thing he remembered was marching to war, one man in a vast sea of soldiers.
He thought back to the events that led to his presence on that field. The war between his king and the dread mage-lord of the south. Who was his king again?
Funny, it seemed so important before, but now, with all of eternity stretching before him... Why did it matter?
His eyes sought for purchase on his surroundings, but it seemed he was travelling too fast to focus on anything he passed. Or there was nothing there to focus on.
In fact, that may have been closer to the truth.
And still he fell.
He closed his eyes, welcoming the end, but it never came.
Just another quick story I cobbled together at work. Sorry if it isn't very good, I've not been able to focus on it exclusively.
There will be a second part.
« Last Edit: December 04, 2016, 01:08:31 PM by Phoenixguard09 »
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