Something was wrong.
Majif frowned. He’d spent too long evaluating his enemies’ weaknesses to overlook the lack of guards on the gate. He freed his blades, fearing the worst…
Reality outdid expectation.
Within the walls guards and servants alike sprawled in macabre display: blood drenched and staring; throats slashed open. The attack had occurred so swiftly that few weapons had even been drawn.
Caution shifted into desperation. Only a Shadow Warrior could wreak such havoc. And Calina was within. He hurried though the hallways, dread coiling tighter.
“Majif…” She breathed his name like a prayer. Relief swamped him.
But euphoria shifted to terror as a shadowed figure appeared at her back and a knife pressed against her throat.
“Please, let her go,” he begged. “She’s innocent…”
“So was my family, but you showed them no mercy.”
The blade swiped. Blood gushed, staining his world red as his beloved crumpled. He didn’t see her killer move, but he felt no urge to fight as cold steel touched his throat, biting deep.
Without Calina, life wasn’t worth living.
Word Count: 175 words
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