The Difference in Fate
Her hand was stained with blood. She closed her eyes as the oh-so-familiar metal smell reached her nose. Was he lucky? Or was he unlucky? To be dead and stayed dead. She can’t tell. The former she has experienced, but not the latter. Well, at least she still can smell things and not the one who’s laying lifeless on the ground, soon-to-be buried by mother nature.
“Let’s go,” he said. Startled out of her trance, she instinctively nodded, sheathed her swords and started to walk behind him. She took a few strides before stopping to steal a last glance to the butchered corpse. May your fate in next life be better than mine, stranger.
“Let’s go,” he said. Startled out of her trance, she instinctively nodded, sheathed her swords and started to walk behind him. She took a few strides before stopping to steal a last glance to the butchered corpse. May your fate in next life be better than mine, stranger.