The Nightmare Era

He bent down

and gently kissed the crude grave.

A faint trace of tears still lingered at the corners of his eyes.

The boy pulled on a black cloak

and walked through the ruins of the city,

growing smaller and smaller in the distance.

His right hand hung at his side.

Clutched in it

was a bloodstained dagger.

This novel and its characters are purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is coincidental. Please do not imitate.