I stare at the ceiling of the tent prompts

6 months ago

First-person POV, I am lying on my back inside the tent, my breath slow and heavy. The dim light of the oil lamp flickers against the fabric walls. A warm, red liquid seeps from my abdomen, spreading across the ground beneath me. My crimson silk robe, embroidered with golden Persian motifs, is slightly disheveled, and my dark wool tunic clings to me, damp and heavy. My right hand still grips the hilt of my sword, its blade resting on the ground beside me. The tent’s entrance shifts slightly with the night breeze , and beyond it, four armed figures move cautiously. Their weapons catch the faint light as they draw closer. I stare at the ceiling of the tent, my vision sharp, my grip firm. This is not the end.