Endless Knight (The Arcana Chronicles)
“Please. The word is on my lips, but I am too proud to utter it.
Though I want to live, I will never beg!
The Reaper removes his gauntlet, revealing a hand covered with icons. He must have nine kills.
Soon to harvest five more.
He reaches for me with that bared hand, a weapon in itself. I shudder with fear and agony. The more I shake, the more his sword slices at my entrails and raps against my spine. Tears blur my vision, spilling down my cheeks.
In the distance, a lion roars.
“This will hurt for nary a moment more,” he promises, his eyes intent on mine.
All the things I wish I’d done. At least my family will pass on to future Empresses what knowledge I’ve garnered. I made sure of that.
He’s so close I can perceive his breaths on my face, cooling my tears.
I am looking upon Death, as his hand inches closer. . . .
I shot awake, swiping my palm over my cheek, stunned that there weren’t tears streaming down, stunned that Death wasn’t right beside me.
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