Missa pro defunctis

In the end, there was nothing I could do but watch her die.

The sword had never been meant for anyone immortal, its ancient magic feeding from the bearer’s lifeline. When she touched the hilt it had flared to incandescent glory, burning through the years she offered.

She’d been right, only that boundless fury could have carved through the dark enchantments that protected the heart of Avenkadra. But now, watching the flames fade into darkness, I couldn’t help but curse the gods who created her, then let her die.

Men were born and bred to thrown themselves upon the swords of destiny, scattering their souls across a thousand godly battlefields. It was our right, our honor, and we had failed her.

Angels were never meant to fall.

Martha Bechtel

My name is Martha Bechtel and I write fantasy and science fiction stories, paint small model horses silly colors, cast resin and plaster magnets, code random code (and Wordpress plugins)... Come on in and join in the fun!

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  1. ex_rubyliss861

    Love this!

    1. Martha Bechtel

      Thanks! ^_^ This might turn into something longer, but I’m not sure if I want to tell the story of what came before, or what came after… *ponders*

      Oh, and Mists has two of six scenes just about done! ^_^ Feel like playing Beta once I have the first scene done? I can send it out a nibble at time. ^_~

      1. ex_rubyliss861

        I can try–especially if it’s little nibbles at a time. Just let me when it’s ready and where it is.

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