by A. Stargazer
I am Tal, the Risen. One of the elite undead soldiers of the Zozheim empire, resurrected from the corpse of an uncounted sacrifice. He died so I might live. I do not know his name. I do not care. His body is mine now. They say that I exist to serve. They tell me this as I drown and murder and pillage. I serve the empire. I serve the god of the underworld. I know one thing to be true. I exist. And soon, that shall terrify my creators and their enemies alike. (This story is a participant in the November 2025 Writathon)
