The Watchers: Free Flash Fiction
The Watchers The Watcher's eyes were trained unyieldingly on the horizon. Enoch knew without a doubt that the king was on his way. Carrillion, a fellow watcher, who stood a mere few metres away, pointed to the East. "See, Enoch! The brightening has begun!" The trademark tiredness of a watcher eased from his face. Enoch's smile was a sunbeam. "Let's go tell the others." As the watchers descended the tower steps, the sounds of the nearby battle reverberated in the walls. But they ignored them. The world had been shaking for as long as they could remember. Their focus was on the king, his soon return, and on the East. Lady Eunice met them at the door of the keep. "You have noticed the brightening too?" Her peridot eyes were bright. The men nodded. "What of the other watchers?" Enoch enquired. "Are they ready and alert?" The gleam in Lady Eunice's eyes dulled. "Some are, but many are asleep or distracted." She ...
