Word count: 117
Genre: Christian Fantasy
It’s quiet. Too quiet.
I shake myself mentally as Prince Demetrius and I ride patrol beside Ardara’s river moat. I’m a knight. Mist shouldn’t be giving me the creeps. There’s nothing scary about mist.
Scary is what the mist hides.
When something moves in the grass, I move faster. In a breath, I’ve wheeled Tariq around in front of Demetrius and drawn my sword, ready to defend him at any cost.
In the same breath, Demetrius has dismounted from his horse and dived into the long grass. He straightens, gently holding a frightened child, obviously lost.
Shame boils in my gut. I need to stop wondering, “What can I do?” and start thinking, “What would Jesus do?”
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For Friday Fictioneers, this is the first of a series of flash fiction I plan to write starring the characters of my novel, “Another Sword”. I hope you enjoyed meeting Crown Prince Demetrius and his loyal bodyguard, Sir Flann Hildebrand – you’ll be seeing some more of them in the coming weeks!