The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
by Bailey Hunter
For as long as the Gods and Mortals have existed, I ride.
I am Róta. I am Valkyrie.
Long ago there were times of peace between the wars waged by Gods and men. A time when I my sisters and I would share in mead and tales of those we called home to Valhalla. We took lovers from both the heavens and the earth. We were strength, beauty, power – a sight to behold bearing down upon the battlefields claiming the final fates of men and Gods alike.
It is barely a memory now. My sisters are gone. Picked off like the ravens that flew in with us. As for the Gods, they are no more than words upon old pages, and in new songs. But the men… the men continue to wage war, and so I ride.
My throat is parched from a millennia of battle cries. My time for passion and revelry is over – dried to dust – an unslakable thirst is all that remains.
The blood spills endlessly across the green of lush fields, and the amber sands of parched earth. As the bodies fall, I gallop hard through the screaming masses, choosing from the thousands who shall stay to fight again, and who shall be taken home.
I pray that eventually I too will be called home for good, but until that glorious moment I ride alone, casting my judgement on who shall die this day, and every day forward.
Fiction © Copyright Bailey Hunter
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
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Bailey is a publisher with Dark Recesses Press.
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