The haze of the city kept the massive shadows at bay. Magic lights of the city still created small pockets, so my eyes kept darting from shadow spot to spot. Hands buried in my pockets, fingers curled around the amulet, hood covering my auburn hair and concealed weapons.
Drake found out– a traitor– to my country, to my king–my father. I raced to the docks. I needed to get to Ruins of Silence before Drake.
But, I felt the chill.
My fear emerged from the blackness–the Shadow Elite.
With a smirk at my father’s assassins, “Let’s dance, shall we?”
Word count: 99 words.
Side Note: This is another small bit that correlates with a few other fantasy scenes I have written. You don’t need to read them to know what is happening. It is just a storyline I can’t get out of my head.
Friday Fictioneer Piece hosted by the amazing Rochelle Wisoff-Fields