This is it! The end of the 2015 Iron Writer 12 Days of Christmas Special, one day early (due to Christmas...best to be with 'real' people on that day :-))
Here are the stories on the website...
And here's my final piece! Hope you've enjoyed the whole story and stories from the other Iron Writers!
WQ158 - image above, brokenness, a true friend, winning by losing
Part 12 (the end)
With a horse given by the Empress' guard, Feyle rode to where he'd
begun, through the wasteland and past his discarded sword and armour,
remnants of his former self. He needed them no longer. Breaking through
the fence, he entered into his old domain.
"Halt! By order of
Kristphen the Grim in the name of the Emperor, halt!" shouted a Captain
commanding a legion of men. There were too many, but there was no going
back. His horse plummeted into the ranks, with sword swinging through
the lines. Falling to the ground, he fought for space, cutting down any
soldier who dared come near. Over time, he was hit by lucky strikes
while slashing through the crowd and fell. The circle around him broke
to show Kristphen himself, knife in hand. Feyle tried to stand but could
find nothing left. His strength spent, he watched his last moments go
"Feyle! You are a traitor to the Emperor and to me! Die like the
dog you are!" Kristphen stabbed Feyle in the chest and all went dark.
He'd lost, Kristphen had won the final victory. But he felt no more
brokenness, no emptiness in his loss. He'd been true to himself, death
becoming his true friend. He waited to die and heard trumpets calling
nearby. Krisphen fell beside him, dead.
"The Empress! She is here! Flee! We are undone!" shouted a soldier.
A moment later, the old man laughed, giving Feyle his hand. "Young man, now is not the time."