Absolute chaos on stone bridge. Soldiers fighting each other. Young man running through them. Wind in his cheeks, in his hairs. His cloak follow him everywhere where he goes. His most valuable treasure. Dodges every arrow, sword or spear. Run around them as fluid, without their knowing.
One soldier notice him, attacked him with his spear.
Just before hit, man disappeared with small light blue flash.
Blood burst out of soldier.
Man appeared behind soldier.
Man ran on. Showed small smile on his face, was proud how well it went, for first time.
He repeated in his mind. "You are runner."
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My drabbles (100,200,300 words)
Ngẫu nhiênThis is my collection of my drabbles, there will be plenty of short stories. If you want something short, you should read this. This is totally random. Sometimes it will be "story" sometimes my emotions, thought on something totally random. After pu...
