Champion (100 Word Story)

He has returned. Though the light of his youth is dying, and he walks on through mortal dusk, the course of this man’s path remains unaltered.
Twitching rows of milquetoast sycophants, with false eyes upturned and obscured grimaces set on their stone visages cry out
O we have heralded his return, and he is come!
But in truth they are filled with dread, the icy deluge that cascades from their emptied mouths and burns a hole in their feet. They were sovereign in locum and their hegemony was founded in the icons of his absence. He who the people lauded.

via Daily Prompt: Champion

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