Another bit of Flash Fiction. I used to write a lot of short pieces, usually based on some sort of prompt. I dredged this one up out of a pile of papers while cleaning house this past week. Enjoy.
A glimmer of light flickered in the distance. It shimmered, brightening the hillside for a fleeting moment, then faded. It flared again a moment later, farther down the slope, as the torch bearer emerged from the depression of the small vale that lay just below the height of the ridge.
Thomas shook himself and pulled his cloak tighter to keep out the chill wind that crept inside to brush icily against him. Would the harbingers bring word of renewal? Or would the approaching messengers bear doom with them?
His mount whinnied and stamped beneath him.
Behind him, his guards sat rigid, weapons drawn, awaiting the words that would determine his lot. Sacrifice or survivor. One or the other would he be this night, but neither outcome would he welcome.