The grim Battle of the Glenn had come to a gruesome end. With the scale of death and seduction evident for miles around, no living thing could have survived. Only something did. A tall figure in a darkened helmet awoke suddenly, dimly dazed. He felt his head, tapping a large tint at the back of the helmet. When he tried to recall, he had no clue as to what had happened, who he was, or why he was there. Wandering to the nearest town, he discovered the disdain of the locals, knowing full well his deeds as the Dark Prince.
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Short StoryA challenge to see if I could pack a book's worth of story into only one hundred words. enjoy :)
