"I gave you 100,000 tons of gold in that asteroid," Jet stepped over the broken masonry where the wall used to be, "to pay for your 'lost family heirloom' – not to fund your armada of mercenary ships so you can hunt down the Oss'Val'Rei!"
"N-No! Stay back!" Xarnag kicked and slid himself backwards over the marble gray floor, maroon toga in tatters, as Jet's silhouette loomed before him, lit from behind by the fires of his burning estate outside. "Monster!"
"Twice now, I've endangered my friends by merely letting you live," Jet walked towards Xarnag. "First, back in Av'Raali, and then in Deikha. I will not make the same mistake again."
Xarnag screamed as Fire Element from out the Universal burned off his skin, then his flesh, then finally his bones.
The Gnaxxian had been right though — contrary to how his friends saw him, Jet was indeed a monster.
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The Lost Wizard Chronicles
FantasyA compilation of a flash fiction stories submitted as part of the Keep Writing Challenge on Deadlines for Writers (deadlinesforwriters.com). After getting positive feedback from the KWC community, I decided to share it here. Follow along as lost wiz...
