I sat upon the warm sand watching the sun in its yellow-orange ball of fiery glory slowly descend towards the horizon where azure sky met cobalt blue water. My sword lay in my lap gleaming in polished tones, with sparkles of silver-blue, like light dancing off a diamond. I breathed in slowly, hoping to draw in the cool air blowing off the rolling surf.
“You really didn’t have to do that,” I said to the prone figure lying quietly beside me. I glanced further down shore then back to ...him... as I spoke. He lay without responding, like some shipwrecked passenger who’d washed ashore.
A short but beautifully-rendered Fantasy story tells of a warrior, watching as the day fades to its finality. A finality that holds meaning for him also as an old man lays at his side, and a great red wyrm lies further down the beach.
I sat upon the warm sand watching the sun in its yellow-orange ball of fiery glory slowly descend towards the horizon where azure sky met cobalt blue water. My sword lay in my lap gleaming in polished tones, with sparkles of silver-blue, like light dancing off a diamond. I breathed in slowly, hoping to draw in the cool air blowing off the rolling surf.
“You really didn’t have to do that,” I said to the prone figure lying quietly beside me. I glanced further down shore then back to ...him... as I spoke. He lay without responding, like some shipwrecked passenger who’d washed ashore.
A short but beautifully-rendered Fantasy story tells of a warrior, watching as the day fades to its finality. A finality that holds meaning for him also as an old man lays at his side, and a great red wyrm lies further down the beach.