The knocking at his door was as sharp and insistent as lightning in a dry sky. Elario had read the leaves and knew the day would come soon. Still, his heart leapt as he pressed the ancient crystal that hung around his neck to his lips. He whispered a prayer of strength and courage before kissing the amulet again and rising to his feet.
Shuffling to the door, he threw a log onto the fire and tossed a handful of powder into the flame. He hoped they would see. Hoped The Hallowed would come.
Either way, his life’s mission would finally be fulfilled and he could leave this mortal plane. Perhaps none would make their way from the nearby town to see what had become of him. But if they did, it would please him if they found all to be in order.
He paused at his door, placing both hands against the rough wood. Yes, yes, he thought. He could feel the woman’s need even before he threw open the door, and caught her as she stumbled into his arms.
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