We tracked the necromancer back to his lair, a cabin deep in the forest. It was surrounded by traps and guarded by skeletons, but we pushed through, working as a team and relying on each other's strengths to protect one another.
He was waiting for us on what was his version of a grand throne, a wooden chair piled high with furs and pelts.
"You're cornered. We've destroyed the last of your undead army, necromancer!" I said, leveling my blade.
"Have you now?" He snapped his fingers, and as one, the dozens of furs turned and looked at us menacingly.
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Everyday DrabblesShort Story
A drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.