Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #16 July 2015 | Page 44

Over by the wall, Juliana dragged herself to
her feet and began to speak. “Oh, Simon you have
done it, you...” The words were cut off as Fleischaker
cut her throat. The Sword sang and Simon screamed.
So began the orgy of death. The Hero methodically
worked his way down the tower. In the royal nursery,
the children were massacred in their beds. In the
kitchens, the cooks were butchered like the meat
they were cooking. In a room off Freda’s quarters,
a drugged and befuddled King Jack welcomed the
peace that death finally brought him. Servants were
slaughtered as they cleaned and polished. Guards who
came running were dispatched with clinical efficiency
and never made as much as a scratch on the Hero. In a
secret room, two old men chained to the wall in heavy
irons died incredulous and the Hero barely noticed
that their bodies turned to dust, which was carried
away by an eerie breeze.

mirror. He was shocked. Truly, he had earned his
name. He was completely red, covered in the blood
of his victims. Too late, the words of warning came
back into his mind. Remember Vasek. Only Vasek can
control the Sword. Beware Fleischaker! It consumes
the souls of friends as well as enemies. Angrily, he
sheathed the Sword. Simon collapsed to the floor,
hung his head in his hands, and cried. The tears
mingled with the blood on his face and rivulets of red
flowed to the floor. Those who saw him that day said
that when he cried, Simon Rufus even cried tears of
blood. Thus was his legend born and quickly did it
spread.
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As he neared the bottom of the tower, Simon
caught a glimpse of himself in a full-length wall-

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