Yorra, the Minister of Continental Affairs, wanted to push the Ambassador for more information. "How goes the campaign on the Chefron city states?” he asked. “We’ve been encountering less resistance than we thought,” the Ambassador said, picking his words carefully. “However, there is a problem that is out of our control.”
Great roars of thunder rolled in the distance and the sound swept through the plains and bounced off the mountains ahead. The land was all but unknown to you, and then, in the dark and assaulted by the elements, you were hopelessly lost, hungry, and afraid.
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.
She finds a secret way out of the underground city which she lived in her entire life. What will she find in the strange new world above?
The savage cold of Meris chilled my body to the core. It threatened to crush me with its embrace, to choke whatever life was left in me. How could I forget those first days?
(Click here to read Part 4, where the King was first informed of his brother's death, and his decision to escalate the situation) The King and his advisor exchanged whispers as the two monks and the Royal Protector stood patiently in silence. Lirios turned his head to face them. “You may leave now,” said the … Continue reading Crownless (Escalation #5)
Small droplets of sweat formed on King Bevérian’s forehead...
A terrible sense of unease took hold of her, and she assumed the worst had happened down below. They were too late.
You kept telling yourself that you were a force of good for the world... what a mess you made.
The Prince furrowed his brow, “Come out, whoever you are! Who hides in the shadows of trees?" An arrow whistled through the air...