15 May 2020 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday
A high-pitched scream resounded through the mountains, and the small bobbing speck in the distance grew larger and larger.
His lips grew dry, his skin cold and his palms struggled to grip his mast as increasing anxiety threatened to derail his task.
What were the chances; the one town of the five realms he had sought refuge from to hide from the seven, offering his supposed ‘powers beyond measure’ for the townsfolk’s protection, and this was the one Ragnok had sought to destroy.
He pictured their screams from miles below, pictured them looking up towards their protector. Ragnok roared again.