Photo © Sandra Crook
“The ever-lights went out? How?”
“Their spells ended, m’lord?”
Jareni frowned at his marshal. “All at once? Unlikely.”
Chaos shouted from the dark city below.
“So, relight them.”
The mage-apprentice blanched. “Nobody’s left who can, m’lord.”
He’d executed two top mages. Others had disappeared, their replacements inexplicably delayed. Then century-old spells failed? Too coincidental. It was Jareni’s turn to blanch. “Are the wards functioning?”
Shock crossed every face. They hadn’t checked.
Had he been fooled twice, his loyal mages framed for another’s treason? “More guards to–”
Hearing the clashing swords, Jareni’s heart sank. His doubts had come too late.
Word count: 100. Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers flash fiction challenge. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting, and to Sandra Crook for providing the photo prompt, above! Click the link to join in, or to just read the other stories written based on this photo.