Bec’Tol the Wizard’s eyes widened.
He did not scream at first, as the blue fire burned through his robes and found his flesh.
When the screaming did start, it went on and on and on. But it did not go on forever.
1000 (eventually) pieces of microfiction about death, by Pete "Patch" Alberti
Bec’Tol the Wizard’s eyes widened.
He did not scream at first, as the blue fire burned through his robes and found his flesh.
When the screaming did start, it went on and on and on. But it did not go on forever.