Day 010: Run Through
Athvor gasped as the warm STEEL disrupted his blood-flow. There was a fluttering in his chest. The shock of being stabbed had not registered yet. His nerves could not send the pain impulses to his brain fast enough. His jaw dropped as he looked down at the small trickle of blood ran down his scaled from where Junis’ fist was firmly planted.
He looked back at his friend. All kinds of thought went through his mind. Maybe Junis wanted him to go with his to the afterlife so their friendship could continue right where it ended here in Noothorm. Maybe Junis wanted Athvor to feel what he was feeling. Maybe he just thought Athvor was an enemy and attacked out of self-defense.
“Athvor…. My friend” Junis was talking at barely a whisper. Athvor brought his face towards hid friend. “This… is my… gift… to you.” The fist that was pressed against his chest dropped limply to the ground. There was nothing sharp coming from his knuckles. If it wasn’t for the gash in Athvor’s chest, and all the blood pouring out of the wound, he would not have figured his best friend had just run him through with his own STEEL.
Athvor by
Robert T Gasperson is licensed under a
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