Striker's Promise
The dew of the early morning swept across the field, sparkling from the moonlight. Evan dug his feet into the soft ground, lifting his sword at the ready. His opponent was stoic, unconcerned with Evan’s sword.
“Take this!” Evan yelled, charging his opponent.
Revenge That Isn’t
"Sophie?" King Vantrune said, holding her against the wet soil with his blade at her throat.
"I'm not Sophie you dolt," the woman said, knocking his blade away from her throat.
Truce of Flames
"Lord Verdan, please be reasonable?" Princess Regent asked.
Lord Verdan's piece of steak was almost to his lips. The salty gristle called his name, but turned to char in an instant. His fork glowed red with his anger.
"Reasonable? You made a fire station right outside my Kingdom!" Lord Verdan said, pointing his fork, flinging the burnt meat into his cobblestone castle wall.
"Your fires were getting out of control. I had to protect our forest."