The child knelt by a candle in the darkness while outside her guards screamed. To the clang of swords, each fell silent in turn… until it was only the silence that remained.
Then he entered: Armor burned black, blade bloody, and looking upon her with ghostly blue points that floated in the empty eyes of a skull.
She faced the skeleton knight. “Father…”
“Your plea for rescue, is heard,” he rasped. “And neither death nor the gods shall keep me from answering!”
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