Fear held her frozen in place as she stared down the horror before her. This was her fate, her destiny, her purpose, and yet… Her battle cry stuck in her throat, her ax limp at her side. Her eyes darted along the monster before her, unable (or unwilling?) to comprehend what she was seeing. It drew itself up, higher and higher above her, and she knew, just knew, that this would be her end.
© The Lightning Tower, 2020