Yesterday a squire,
Tomorrow a knight.
And for this darkness between?
The wizard had told him to pray for a vision;
A vision would show him what he would be.
But now first light was breaking, and no vision granted.
So, what did he hope for?
To be the bravest knight that served a lord?
Or the most loyal son, to free his stolen family from their foreign enslavement?
He blinked against a blinding light.
At last his vision had come …
And headless, he collapsed at the feet of warriors from the neighbouring nation.
Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #29