The night sky burned a bright red-orange as flickering embers floated above the dark tree line. Aiden Clery ran towards the glow in the sky, forgetting the fire in his lungs, focusing on the flames that lay ahead. Deep within his seared and black thoughts was what he knew to be the truth, what he fought not to acknowledge; that he was running towards death, towards destruction, and towards the inevitability that, with every step, his grip on goodness would loosen more and more, until there wa...
Published on June 07, 2013 15:52