Eyes knowing, Moses nibbled on the edge of Haera’s satchel as she scrubbed blood from her arms.
“We should have stayed in Shylan Lake,” Haera said, sitting back on her heels. She stared at her callused palms, seeing red though she’d washed it away.
“Feeling guilty?” Esdras asked, silently appearing beside her.
“No, that’s why I left. Killing feels good, righteous, and it doesn’t matter who it is.” She slid a glance sideways, catching Esdras’ black eyes. “You want a butcher.”
“Yes. Without you, the Temperian will swallow Advanteria. They’ll liberate every soul. No one will be reborn. Permanent death.”
Written for The Prediction, Shepherdess is an ongoing epic fantasy flash fiction story featuring Haera, a warrior who put her bloody past behind her. When her old crew comes calling, she finds herself back where it all started. This week’s challenge words were satchel, liberty, scrub.
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