Lifeless, his body lay. Breathless, his chest sank. Motionless, his blood became.
And a smirk curled my lips.
She caressed his cheek. Words caught in her throat. Tears dangled on her lashes.
But he was gone.
And try as that young elf might, she failed. She didn’t save him. She never could have for his fate was set. Long before he was born, this moment was carved out for him and I was tasked with seeing it through. I was given the responsibility of doling out his eternity.
And I do not fail.
The Fates never fail.
Inspired by artist Charlie Bowater’s ‘Equinox‘ from Deviantart.
