Vigil
“You received my—”
“Would I be here if I had not?”
“Yes, my lord. Follow me.”
Two shadows cut across the courtyard, noiselessly. When they reached the pool of the White Tree, both king and guard stopped short.
“It has been waiting there since yesterday, my lord,” the guard whispered.
Curled by the side of the pool, the cat turned its mirrorlike eyes on them and meowed. A strangely ominous sound: a warning. The king felt a chill, and heard a voice he thought had died years ago.
Ten years… and I will make sure you never forget me.
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April 28, 2005. Instant drabbled: Guards of the Citadel, tree, mirror, noise.
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