The Fourth Gift_Another Difficult Morning_The Sword of Mord Thal_We Were Once Fifteen
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The Fourth Gift
Jed hastily bundled his belongings together. He was late. He was always late. As part of the Traveling Magi show, he needed to be more organised, but he couldn’t seem to get his act into gear. The others had left without him, admonishing him to catch up when he could and to not delay too long.It hadn’t been his fault. The first set back happened as he piled his belongings onto the camel. The beautiful lead crystal bottle and rattle set had fallen off the other side and shattered over the pavement. Cas had just looked at him, dismay written loudly on his face.“Jed, you are a clutz!” It was true...
Another Difficult Morning
I woke up feeling abnormally heavy, like I had bags of rocks tied to my limbs. Not like I ever wake up feeling light and happy. Waking up for me is just having to deal with the thought that I would have to deal with another day of this pitiful existence. In fake, I oftwww.onedoor.ccen woke up feeling like I was tied down. Like my blankets each weighed 100 pounds and I was imprisoned underneath them. But today was different. Instead of just feeling achy and weak, I literally felt unable to move. maybe y I was sick or something. I tried to roll over, but I found myself unable to move. Ok, this is strange. I ...
The Sword of Mord Thal
Yolric rested his chin on his hand and heaved a bored sigh. The elf’s shop had been empty all morning save for his dwarven assistant, Patsy, who was painstakingly cleaning the floors. On one side of the shop were shelves lined with spellbooks, on the other an assortment of jars which glowed various colors. The middle of the shop contained tables filled with vials of multiple shapes and sizes. Many had signs in front of them that read things like “Powerful Love Potion, Use Sparingly” and “Very Deadly! Ask for Assistance.” Under the counter on which Yolric was restlessly drumming his fingers wa...
We Were Once Fifteen
WE WERE ONCE FIFTEEN“Finally, the bell. It’s a wrap. We can leave? No one needs you until tomorrow, right?”“We can leave. Sitting around waiting for someone to tell me what to do is, to put it politely, mind-numbing.”“And ass-numbing.”“Haha! True! … Lunch?”“Sure. Where? The commissary?”“Hmmm. No, we always eat at the commissary. How about Chinese? There’s a great place not too far from here.”“Sounds good.” *****“Why so quiet, Charlie?”“Umm, no reason.”“You haven’t said a word since we left the set. What’s up?”“Nothing. Sitting around all morning is hard work. I’m enjoying the calm. And I'm esp...