#fantasywriting

A corrupted god, searching for light Godfrey I thought I had fallen the moment I no longer wanted Him. God. I remember the last time I called His name, asking for a sign—if He existed at all. And He answered.

I woke up in a cold, damp place. As I opened my crusty eyes and felt heavy irons clamped to my ankles, I realized that I must have been captured after my unit was ambushed by a hostile raiding party