Monday, May 9, 2011

True Black

Dark shapes swam, spun and swirled through the darkness around the faint light of her candle.  She knew what was hunting her without seeing and she knew it was after more than her death.  The screams of her companions had died out long before and she felt crushed under the weight of her title: the last one left alive.  It wouldn’t be long before her weak flame flickered out and she would be consumed.

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