Death awaits those who seek his power.
Broken, the halves waited in the snow. Stooping to claim the pieces with revere, a voice echoed…
A great cost must be paid, for that which you seek.
Name it, he responded.
His heart stopped. Falling to his knees, the halves dropped into the snow. Clutching his chest, he gasped for breath as his vision grew dark.
What have I done?
Suddenly, the pain ceased.
His vision returning, he saw it. In the snow, now restored, it waited.
Steeling himself, he lifted the Helm. His Helm.. .
My King, the scourge awaits.
About the Creator
Ray
Everyone has a train of thought; all going on their own tracks. Meanwhile, my train has no tracks & no stations to pull into. Come enjoy the adventure! Where there are twists, turns & sudden drops while I make sense of what we call life.
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