Alric lay on his back, armor cracked open. No flame burned within. He was just a man—bleeding, breathing, alive.
“You’re late, son,” the reflection said in his father’s voice. “I held her for a hundred years. You couldn’t manage one morning?” mighty knight 2
“You don’t have to do this, Alric,” whispered Elara, his squire, her hand on the hilt of her own small sword. “The order is gone. The king is a shade in his own throne room.” Alric lay on his back, armor cracked open