It's really been a while since I've posted anything here, or even read much over here, I must admit for a while my interest in this series was dwindling, but now its back up! Anyway all I have right now is this small unnamed drabble, it isn't much but I thought I'd share. Enjoy. Obviously I own nothing here.
Everyone's eyes were on her, she knew it although she couldn't see them. She shut her eyes, knowing well what she had to do; indeed it was simple.
And so she takes a deep breath, and a step back, before releasing the bullet that would end the pope's life.
Then she awakes to the real world, the world where the Pope is still alive, and all that is left of Šahrzād, is the memory of her smile.