Anam

  Finally Anam reached the door to Ydd's throne room.  This was a simple wooden door, without lock.  No enemy had made it this far before.

  The time for boldness had come.  Anam opened the door, and entered the vast throne room.

  "Greetings."

  The voice of the figure on the throne was deep, a rich bass.  Ydd was a thin, man, well groomed and clean.  He was relaxed, confident, and his gaze was penetrating.

  Anam dropped her spell.  This was the man she'd come to kill, and she would not do it discreetly, playing games the way Ydd had with so many.

  "Who are you?" Ydd leered.

  "I am the girl whose parents you killed.  I am the girl from the farm whom you raped.  I am the woman who will kill you."

  "Mere words," the sorcerer sneered.  "I am over six-hundred years old.  You think you can touch me?"

  "I am she who was prophesised."

  Ydd raised a single eyebrow.  "Really?  Good luck to you then."

  Wraiths and demons appeared around Anam, reaching for her, tearing at her, clutching her heart.

  They disappeared.  Anam hadn't moved.

  The hottest fire from hell burst into life under her.  Lightning struck her, blades appeared and passed through her, screaming.

  They disappeared.  Anam hadn't moved.  Ydd was panting.

  "How?" he gasped.

  "I am she who was prophesised," was the simple answer.

  She walked forward, and stood at the base of the dias upon which the throne sat.

  "Die," she whispered.  The sound, so quiet, echoed off the far ceiling, filling the cavernous room, echoing itself, filling the chambers in the mountain.

  When it finally died away, Ydd was slumped upon his throne, a small, shrivelled man, dusty with age.

  He was dead.

  In the days that followed, the towns and citys spoke of the tales, of how the mountain had collapsed in an almighty instant, disappearing into the ground under its own weight.  They spoke of the men that had died, the scum, the dregs of the earth.

  And they spoke of the death of Ydd, how the lands were free once again.  Within a century, he was nothing but legend.

  And they spoke of the star, that rose from the rubble of the mountain, that shot into the sky to become one with the stars.

  To become one with the Gods.

The End.