Title: I Hold With Those Who Favour Fire
Warnings: future, end of war speculation
Word Count: 100
Notes: Written for vickiso's manip-inspired drabble challenge.
Summary: "Everything has its time, and everything dies."
The palace of his birth was burning.
It's like my childhood nightmares, he thought, but necessary.
Beside him, the girl he imagined he might love one day stood with despairing eyes.
It's beautiful, she thought, but sad.
Winds from the harbor fed the chemical reaction of heat when allowed to gorge on history and power. As the conflagration climbed higher servants and soldiers spilled from the burning miasma into the streets, screaming about death and glory, about death and war, but mostly about death and fear.
He reached to hold her hand, and together they watched it burn.