This Fire Grows High
"I am War, Horseman of the Apocalypse, not some traitorous angel. I've done nothing wrong!"
The stalagmite magistrates' stanched his protest; the judgment was harder than ancient slate.
The Seventh Seal was broken!
War couldn't fathom the Charred Council's ignorance. With fervent eyes and misplaced indignation, they twisted an accusatory knife in his back so deep he could scarcely breathe. Stripped of his ordained power, he bore the onus for obeying a forged order. Now, they assigned him a watchdog, hurled him to a fetid crust of earth cratered with the undead, and charged him with one task:
"Prove it."
A/N: I've never written a drabble before, much less a story under a hundred words. This was for Rosawyn's Reviews Lounge, Too challenge below:
Your Mission, Should You Choose to Accept It: Write a drabble of exactly 100 words that incorporates at least one of these ideas: Love, Betrayal, Regret, Forgiveness, Hope. Also, include at least one of these prompts in some way: "horse," "sword," "magic," "dragon," "ray gun," "spaceship."
But I might turn it into something more (just for funsies).
That's it for now,
~L.L.