Cor stood again at the cliff face, his eyes closed in meditation. A small, cooling bloodstain spotted his tunic over his left shoulder and part of his wing was marred, the feathers in disarray. Slow, gentle thumps behind him made him turn. Melania stood behind him, leading the chestnut cob. Cor stood patiently as she regarded him. After a few moments she spoke, “When you are finished…”
“They will be free.”
Melania nodded.
Cor gazed back to the stretch of valley beyond the plateau. “He made that valley. He wanted the world to know he was here. And he will come again.”
“How many more?”
“You don’t want to know.” Cor stepped into the open air and disappeared over the side of the cliff.
Melania stood, gazing at the scarred plateau, as Razael approached and patted the cob on the side of the neck. She turned to him. “Help me,” she said, and led the cob into the trees.
~~ Fin ~~
*phew* that took a while. As I said before this is an older story of mine. Comments are welcome. I don't mind criticism either if there are things you don't like about it. Ask what you like and I'll try to answer everything that I can.
Cheers. :)