Micro-fiction: Song of Death

Song of Death

By Jonathan Traynor

She slumped against the cooling corpse of her dragon. Her left shoulder aching from the axe blow on her armour, an arrow stuck in her leg.

Her traitor brother’s body lay in front of her, his sorcery silenced.

Spawn of a tyrant, saved by her queen, her mother. She stood in front of the last revenant rebels. Six of them in front of the piled bodies on the accursed battlefield. 

They wanted to kill her, the defiant one. Her sword was still in its hilt. Pushing herself upright she screamed to the heavens.

They ran towards her. The first fell to her last axe.

She drew her restless black blade. It sang its song of death. The revenants fell one by one to its song.

She would be queen of this damned land. And set it free.

ENDS



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