“Rules were
meant to be broken.”
Isaac Asimov* #quote
Some say a meteor killed the dinosaur. I say they could have eaten
too much junk food. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Sole
Survivor
Around a
thousand bodies filled the castle, each belonging to a powerful
knight. One knight sat on a throne in the castle holding a sword. He
knew he would never willingly let go of the sword. It was his ticket
to immortality. A sword left behind by the gods he could feel stamina
flowing through veins. He felt high on the eternal adrenaline it
granted. Gray hairs he had vanished.
Another knight
came in and fought with him for that sword. He killed the knight. He
wouldn't let the knight take his sword. He fought another knight that
came in and killed that one. But the third one to arrive killed him
and took the sword.
A fair
transaction. Originally he took the sword from another. All the
thousand rotting bodies in the castle belonged to knights that fought
over the blade and slew others to take it. The unfortunate conditions
for eternal youth is that the holder may not leave the castle, share
it, and it can only be taken by physical death. The sword transferred
youth, but not true immortality. The bodies of all the previous
holders being proof.
The only real immortal, ageless, and invincible one in the castle
was the sword. The average lifespan of someone holding the sword was
just another year.
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