The Huntsman
by Des Fonoimoana
Their names pass through my mind. Ersa…. Chloris… Kathika… Isleen… I say a promise to each of them, their faces seemingly fading from my memory. "I will avenge you… I will live," I whisper into the air. They died for pure wickedness and nothing more. Our town, in the shadow of the castle, has suffered greatly from the loss of these women. No more. Not another mother or father, sibling, or...