Seth and Gibraltr

The Palace - Moments Later

As the ax head whistled through the air at Gibraltr’s head, he thought about the smell of Sophie’s hair. He thought about that smile, that wonderful smile.

She can’t be dead, he thought.

Just before the sharp blade chopped his head clean from his body, Gibraltr lifted his left wrist. The ax head dinged off the thick iron wrapping his wrist.

Gibraltr watched as the ax head glanced off ...