“I challenge you.”
The words rang out clear and crisp as the air of the cool fall morning. The speaker, a young, dark-haired man, held his staff high above his head in a stiff, formal gesture. Brilliant white robes fell back from slim arms ornamented with silver bands.

The Deathgod’s Chosen
Published 29-May-2014

About the story: Sometimes, being powerful isn’t all it’s made out to be.