On a Battlefield

Elizabeth is dead. There was no other thing this could be. She remembers what was. The moment past. She was in the heat of battle, thrusting her sword through the abdomen of a hookman and the next she was bathed in this white light. The smell of death and blood soaked sod, the excrement of …

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A Game

The king’s arm shoot skywards. The sword encrusted in his hand glows a rusty red in the noon sun. Some from the line whisper it is on fire. Zeus commands the king’s destiny. The older warriors know better though. They shake their head. The truth is many will die today. That's the truth. Lots of …