Fifty Word Fantasy: Folded Into Doom

The ogre shattered the young paladin’s shield.

“I felled your father,” he said. “Stripped the armor from his broken body, and forged a sword from the scrap.”

The blade rose high. “Ten thousand hammer strokes beat his soul into this weapon, and enslaved within he shall taste his bloodline’s demise!”

 

 

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