I have a new drabble! Well, not new exactly, but newly posted. It came to me watching ROTK a while back, and it's called...




Life had always been so kind, and it staggered him now to realize how blind he had been to that kindness. All the days of his life - warm, lazy summers, snowball fights at Yule, kisses stolen under spring boughs near brooks brightly chattering, moonlight silent on the fields, the blossoming hills - all these shuffled through his mind like a conjurer's cards, though they could not eclipse the terror he faced. The hilt in his hands felt wrong, so wrong, but perhaps it was beginning to feel right. He looked up.

"I didn't think it would end this way."