This is my collection of drabbles! Each one of them will be exactly 100 words long, not counting the title.
I'm accepting requests, as long as I find them inspiring. I'll write every kind of story, except from the ones containing slash.
Warning: these drabbles won't follow any logical order. Unless you think that a random order is a logical one.
Thanks to my beta Lolaangelbunn and to AlxM for her constant support!
Drabble 10: Too Late
Summary: Arthur was too late to save his friend.
Arthur stood there, shocked, while the sword flew towards him.
He suddenly felt someone pushing him aside, and he fell on the ground.
He unsheathed his sword, standing up and raising his head at the same time.
He could have never expected what he saw.
His servant had been the one to push him, to save him, and now the young man was on the ground, bleeding from the gaping wound in his chest.
With a cry of rage Arthur run his enemy through.
He turned around quickly, falling in his knees beside his best friend.
It was too late.
Angst, tragedy... The usual.
I hope you liked it!
-MildeAmasoj ❤