Last Words

[wangxiuming]

"It is done, my master."

" ... excellent."

[wangxiuming]

A fragment of an old letter explodes in a shower of violet sparks, startling the mangy old cat that was using it as litterbox.

[wangxiuming]

While being studied by a wizard and his familiar, one fragment of the letter began to react convulsively. Swirls of white, grey, and purple light distort the lettering, and then explode in a flash. The violet hue of magical protection that surrounded the parchment vanishes, and in the next instant, all that remains of the frail recollections is smoky ash, scattered across the table, the familiar, and the wizard's face.

[wangxiuming]

Atop the cold climb, a patch of snow glows purple and then fades. The snow itself melts a bit, leaving a slippery trail of ice in its path.

[wangxiuming]

For just a moment, the pieces of the parchment simultaneously glow a brilliant lavender, and then are extinguished.