[Fic] The Letter, PG - Wolfram
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poisonangelTitle: The Letter
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poisonangel7
Character: Wolfram
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Any Warnings: Themes of death
Author's Note: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
kkm_challenge's Round 1. Prompt: 100 words
The letters were so calm and composed. The crisp, black ink was cold looking against the starkness of the bleached parchment. The uniform, even strokes did not betray the painful message they bore.
Lord von Bielefeld was dead. It happened while he was traveling on a peaceful, diplomatic mission in the border lands. Humans had attacked the envoy. Nearly everyone was killed.
There were very few other details. But the young prince did not need details. He knew all he needed to know by looking at the tear-stained parchment. His father was dead, and humanity was the enemy.
His enemy.
Author:
poisonangel7Character: Wolfram
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Any Warnings: Themes of death
Author's Note: Written for
kkm_challenge's Round 1. Prompt: 100 wordsThe letters were so calm and composed. The crisp, black ink was cold looking against the starkness of the bleached parchment. The uniform, even strokes did not betray the painful message they bore.
Lord von Bielefeld was dead. It happened while he was traveling on a peaceful, diplomatic mission in the border lands. Humans had attacked the envoy. Nearly everyone was killed.
There were very few other details. But the young prince did not need details. He knew all he needed to know by looking at the tear-stained parchment. His father was dead, and humanity was the enemy.
His enemy.
