Makayla watched the archer appear from the woods, his face turned from her.
If he wanted her dead, he’d proven he could have killed her several times over.
But he wanted something.
Maybe just a “thank you”.
She sucked in a breath and waited.
Corvin
Serial Micro Fiction: His Gift
He watched her tend to the wounded, a golden healing spell on her lips as she touched a hand to each of their chests.
Too bright.
Too holy.
He had to turn away.
One shot. One kill.
He could give her that.
He took a step towards her. Then another. And another.
Serial Micro Fiction: Rescue
Even holy Knights of Valor made mistakes.
Her unit was overwhelmed.
She fought valiantly, but the men around her fell to the onslaught.
As the vampire lord snapped the neck of the man guarding her, his single arrow dipped in holy water pierced the vampire’s heart.
One shot. One kill.
Serial Micro Fiction – Waited
He tracked her, watching her for days.
She destroyed zombies, ghouls, and wendigos.
Necromancers cowered before the light of her holy sword.
The peasants cheered her coming.
Still, he watched. And waited.
Serial Micro Fiction: Destroyed
Destroyed.
The lich was destroyed.
How was that even possible?
The darkness inside Corvin screamed.
The lich may be gone, but he still wasn’t free.
Serial Micro Fiction: One Shot. One Kill
One shot. One kill.
Corvin checked the tension on his bow again.
One shot. One kill.
The darkness inside him writhed in anticipation.
He ignored it as he slowed his breathing and heartbeat and aimed.