Prompt: Shades of grey
Points: The Sunshine Sanctuary for Sick Dragons
When the timer expires, when the last grain of sand descends that cold glass chasm into the inevitable, the scythe must navigate its icy blue arc and unlock the doorway to oblivion. Whether good or evil, whatever a person’s deeds or worth, The Duty permitted no compromise - no cruelty or mercy or sentiment. Black and white.
The bony black-robed figure, trailed by his human servant, stalked through a dark fathomless house, past rooms where a daughter and an apprentice once resided. Sword in one hand and in the other, a timer – nearly empty – etched with the words ‘Susan Sto Helit’.