For all their terror, the people of Shylan Lake didn’t once wail or plead as the Twelve stood among them. Prayer-filled eyes looked to Haera for preservation. Their trust was misplaced, but today, it seemed Gabari, the True One, was paying attention, for it was only the Temperian, the industrial machine that ate souls and killed gods, that could pull Haera from her isolation.
“Fine,” Haera said, looking past Ashanai to the onyx face of Esdras. “Pluck your strings, you old spider.”
Esdras stood up from his chair, hooded eyes glinting. “Your sword looks thirsty, Godslayer.”
“Enough chatter. Let’s go.”
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 chair, industrial, & string.
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