They left her broken sword on mountain's peak, bent blade driven deep into the rock. It seemed as good a monument as any for the woman who saved the world. Her body was lost, but she'd stopped the demon invasion.
After a long silence, they rose to leave. But as they did, a bolt of lighting struck the sword, blinding them with divine radiance.
When they could see again, she was standing there, sword in hand, whole and uninjured.
"Turns out stopping the apocalypse comes with one free wish from the gods," she said. "Who wants to go get drunk?"
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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.