Men belong to the gods. Women belong to the goddesses.
To whom does Keyna belong?
For two glorious years, Keyna belonged to the Nameless One. As is required of everyone on the cusp of adulthood, they traveled to the Front to fight the horrors beyond this universe who wage constant war on humanity, their soul on loan to the most mysterious of all the deities... and the most feared.
The other conscripts returned shaken and scarred, eager to put their ordeal behind them. For Keyna, those two years were the only time they felt truly alive.
But every soldier's soul must return to its rightful owner, no matter how they feel about it.
Unless the Nameless One does something unprecedented.
This short story is 7,100 words long. It is also available in Queerdark, a dark queer fantasy collection.
