As the chaos ensued in the square below, the archer stood on the city wall, bow still tightly grasped by his left hand. One tear fell down his cheek as he mourned the father he would never see again.
How did you like this story?
Your feedback helps mdh understand what's working
@mdh
Infinite possibilities. Twitter: hezzi01 Instagram: hezzi01
Want to join the conversation? Sign in to leave a comment.