The Golden Song
The sword broke against stone. Edmund stood in the mud. Rain fell in sheets. It was cold. The air tasted of iron. He looked down. The blade was snapped. The hilt was warm. It held his hand tight. He did not drop it. He was the King’s guard. The King was dead. The King had been killed by the man Edmund loved. The man was named Julian. Julian had the King’s face. Julian wore the King’s crown....
0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 1 Views 0 Anteprima