HP FIC: Esdraelon (1/1)

I don't know what came over me. I just had this sudden image of the last thing a dying wizard would see on the last battle, given the current arrangement of allies and enemies - a shape so dark it cannot be seen, and the rising dawn flaring behind them, brighter than a halo.

It is possible that all this revision has broken my brain. Please feel free to hit me with things.

( Esdraelon )