Castle
Another quick Flash Fiction story, inspired by three words: “Comfort, Computer, Castle”.
Check out what my brain came up with:
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It was now or never. Ragnar was the first to climb the ladder they had leaned against the high castle wall. He was the first to jump over the parapet and cut down an enemy warrior on the walkway. Moments later, he was joined by his battle buddy Willard who had been right behind him.
In a flurry of slashes and parries, they cleared the walkway, making way for more and more of their own warriors to join the fight.
Ragnar dashed down the stairs to the courtyard and opened the massive wooden gate, Willard guarding his back. As more of their fighters flooded in, they ran ahead to storm the tower, ducking arrows on the way. Resistance was fierce, but Ragnar and Willard overcame all enemies. Moments later, they entered the sunroom where the princess was kept prisoner.
After dispatching her guards, Ragnar gallantly sank to one knee and bowed his head before gently taking the princess’ hand and leading her to safety. Willard once again guarded his back and slew one wily fighter who crept out of a side room.
The siege was over, the battle was won. The princess had been delivered to her father’s hands.
Ragnar finally sat down with Willard to enjoy the hard-earned victory feast. He had just lifted his tankard of ale, when a loud voice reached his ear.
“David, dinner is ready!”
“I’m coming, Mom! Just need to save and log out!”
Willard watched in desperation as Ragnar and the great hall melted away before his very eyes. Once again, they were denied their feast… as he was dissolved himself and the pixels were lost in cyberspace.
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I would appreciate your thoughts on this piece.
