by Russell Bernstein
Autumn is the season of death. The Phoenix rises and falls with Autumn, and with it once great empires topple like decayed leaves in the wind.
Bryan was just a peasant, but today he vowed to end this vicious cycle. Here he stood, staring into the very face of death. The Phoenix's eyes were red with anger, the slightest hint of surprise evident in its expression for no one had ever dared to face it.
"I will destroy you!" Bryan screamed.
"What's that, Honey?" His mother called.
"Nothing, Mom!"
The wind carried strange voices. Distractions. He lunged at the Phoenix.
Author bio: Russell Bernstein is a twenty-eight-year-old aspiring writer. The web series he wrote is currently in production. His Middle Grade Fantasy novel is currently under review by multiple literary agents.
The son of a peasant? No knight, no magically talented orphan, no witch queen bathed in unicorn blood? Bravo, Mr. Bernstein!
ReplyDeleteOoh, I love a nice twist! Very sweet. :)
ReplyDeleteWay to keep the faith, Bryan!
ReplyDeleteGreat tale, Russell!
Thanks for the words of encouragement. They mean a lot, as I am sure they also mean a great deal to Bryan during these troubled times.
ReplyDelete-Russell