I traveled worlds to get to him.
Too dangerous his ideas. His powers… The Old Gods needed him gone. I was to be their perfectly sharpened tool.
He looked me in the eyes. He talked to me. He saw through me.
I am his now. Not a tool. A friend.
This story was inspired by the #zapfic challenge of @felt.buzz:
@felt.buzz/zapfic-contest-tell-me-a-tale-in-240-characters-or-less-results-of-last-week-and-new-prompt-whvgp0dj
The prompt this time was 'trust'.
I trust we have a good time together.
Yours,
Manol