When the bells began to toll and the flags across the Empire were lowered, everygriff knew what had occured. It was time for an ailing griff to return home. To family, to history.
As I promised, I've been working hard on both the sequel to my Midnight Sparkle series, as well as the odd oneshot to fill the gap before then. As a result, today, you get one such goodie.
I know this is overdue, and is kind of awkward to talk about since my second-to-last blog post was literally me talking about how I wanted to commit to regularly posting Secondo again and really hammer out the story properly.
Yeah, I'm sorry everyone. I had a few ideas for how to continue after the previous chapter but none of them I felt went anywhere exciting. In the end, due to a combination of work, lack of other ideas, and having other freetime activities to focus on, I simply decided I'd go on a bit of a hiatus for a while.
As I promised, I've been working hard on both the sequel to my Midnight Sparkle series, as well as the odd oneshot to fill the gap before then. As a result, today, you get one such goodie.
For years, it has battled with itself and its own institutions for survival. Already, revolutions and acts of secession have tormented it, tearing it apart limb by limb until only its most integral parts remained, paying lip service to the emperor - the Herzland.
But all these discussions, all threats, are suddenly silenced when news from the Imperial Palace are made public. News which the Empire, with all its shortcomings, may never be able to recover from.
Yet another story set in EaW, but since *most* of my stories these days are set in there, I doubt you folks following me will find that too surprising or bothersome. Even so, knowing EaW is not a hard requirement for this one. A short story that attempts itself at one of the more iconic deaths in that particular alt universe.
Hope you enjoy, and if you do, please leave a like!
