We were never promised a glorious battle nor death worthy of remembrance.
All we understood was that if we did not fight our hardest, the dark king would slay our loved ones, and ravage our lands.
The Dark King’s minions were summoned from the blackest depths of earth, where no men wander.
Vicious and vile to the core, their only weakness was the blaze of holy fire.
As a senior mage of our kingdom, the responsibility of supporting our troops had been shifted to my shoulders.
I wasn’t the type to shun responsibility, besides I loved playing with fire…
(Read the sequel here – Flash Fiction: My Scar)
Word Count: 99
Prompts:
The Dark Netizen 
What imagery!
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Thanks so much, Lisa! 🙂
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Oh, that is good. 🙂
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Yay! Follow up to My Scar!
Well written, exciting Six. Good storyline with wonderful potential 😀
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loved the last line!
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It’s always nice to have a job you love.
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Indeed! 😀 🙂
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What a responsibility he has been dealt! It sounds like it is right up his alley.
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Oh totally! 😀
He’s sort of enjoying it too! 😉
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Wonderful 6 and flash!
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Thanks so much, Susan! 😀
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You ignited the power in this story, Net! Great aside from a fire mage: “…besides I loved playing with fire…”
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Thanks so much, Charli! 🙂 😀
It was a blazing prompt!!
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Incredible short story! Powerful stuff here
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I can almost feel the flames scorching me….
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I’m always impressed when vivid imagery comes across well in something so short!
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Thanks so much! 😀 😀
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Great piece! It’s always tempting to say “I wish this was longer!” But you go a wonderful job with evoking an entire story in only a few words.
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Thanks so much! 😀
I’m currently so partial to this format! 🙂
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Very Unique Story. Anand from Kerala
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Thank You, Anand! 😀
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