When Kings Clash
by J.E. Lowder
Mälque risked a quick glance as they rolled past the corpse of his brother. “Ain’t nothin’ but dyin’ out here today.” In a softer voice, as if offering a prayer or reciting a prophecy of his own demise, he added: “Nothin’ but dyin’ everywhere you look.”
Yet when all hope is lost, a whisper comes.
The War of Whispers rages.