The Shieldbearer_The Ghost Prince_Their Choice_The Study
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The Shieldbearer
"Corvin!" Yelled out his quartermaster. A old man with a busted arm held in a sling. He was oft time called the Hermit for carrying a wooden stave in his good hand that he wasn't afraid to use on fresh recruits like himself."Yes, Master Welks. I'm here." The young shield bearer lifted a silver shield onto his back as he waved to the old man from within the mass of squires awaiting their names to be called."Seems like it's your time, sonny. Tell your Lady that she is up for battle. To prepare and be ready before noon. You head to the Mantle where the Goddess will see to your life and ruin of ou...
The Ghost Prince
David had never run so quickly before in his life. Fire grew in his legs and lungs as he sprinted through the open field, hearing nothing but his own gasping breaths. Donning a fine silk cloak, the Prince stood out like a wildflower in an empty plain. Soon the royal guard would be upon him, and soon he would be dead.Crows cackled up high on their barren perches. Dead crops sprawled as far as the eye could see. It had been hours since David had fled the castle. He never realized how expansive the farmland was outside of the keep. Beyond them, where he hoped to seek refuge, was barrens far out ...
Their Choice
"Luna!" Peter yells at me. He throws a pebble at my bedroom windowwww.onedoor.cc. "Come on. Remember what today is?"I sighed and tromped over to my window with heavy feet. How had I forgotten about Solis', my cousin's, and also Apollo's son, birthday.I opened the window and said. "Okay, I'll be there is a minute!"Ugh... I thought. Solis loved being outside, going on picnics and all. But I got quickly sunburnt in the sun and... ugh. And also, his birthday parties were always unicorns and mermaids. But hopefully, this one would be less unicorn-y.Why couldn't he do something more sensible? Like say... wolves a...
The Study
The Study 1(1, 419 words) Tucked away in the shadows of old Darjeeling town stands a library which remains surrounded by the world’s highest peaks. The serpentine corridors, intricate passageways, spiralling arches and curved galleries it consisted have an old world charm. It is a purgatorial crypt where books, like trapped souls, wait patiently to be rediscovered and resurrected in the reader’s mind. Books have always interested me. The smell of old books attracts my attention. So does their authors. Mental connection with them is very much i...