I’ve been roaming around the world for as long as I remember. I’ve walked the snowy plains of the north, and I’ve swam across all the seas you know. I’ve tasted the gritty desert sands and swayed with the ancient trees in the taiga...
Fifty seasons had passed since the end of The Sunder. Memories of the long civil war twisted my dreams into horrid shapes, until I only slept a few hours a night. The memories were part of me, though my old body and mind refused to accept them.
A terrible sense of unease took hold of her, and she assumed the worst had happened down below. They were too late.
The Prince furrowed his brow, “Come out, whoever you are! Who hides in the shadows of trees?" An arrow whistled through the air...
Still as stone is the river as I crawl closer for a greeting As if some distant heart had stopped its natural beating Years together yet you know me little—I must confess I am a thief, and now a dying one no less (Please do not let this note cause you too much distress) … Continue reading A Stolen Life
A few words, a sketch of a face, some silver, and that’s all it takes for someone to die in these wild parts. You know part of my story already, don’t you?
Sweat rolled off his forehead and burst upon the concrete floor as he examined his work. “Finally, a moment of rest,” he thought to himself, and rubbed his aching shoulder.