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Sanctum
The boy dashed up to the priest. “Quick, Father. Fetch the key.”The priest raised his eyes. He lifted his hands that had nested in his lap and let them drop to his sides. “What is it? Why the hurry?” The young boy panted after his run. His bare feet were dirty from the dust of the dry forest path. “Faranji.” The priest smiled to himself, and the smile came slowly to his lips. Faranji, yes. Always the foreigners. Always in a hurry. His parishioners came for a funeral or a baptism — both frequent enough in the cruel land where he was born — but they never hurried. He pressed his hands to his kn...
Mortal Danger
Carla looked out into the quickly gathering storm, watching the lightning flash. She had always been fascinated by lightning. All that power, unleashed in a moment, never knowing where it might strike next. It reminded her of her partner, Shawn. His was a mercurial personality, someone you never knew what to expect from. It wasn’t the angry skies that brought him to her mind, but the unpredictability of it. Shawn was a wild card at best, at worst a loose cannon. That very daring and bravery was what the resistance needed, and it made him a great soldier, and an even better assassin and saboteu...
Orders
Warning: This story contains an instance of strong language.The castle at Elvia sat on a small rise on the east edge of the city, with a good view over the approaching road from Teraditha. It guarded the east gate into the city, joining the high walls seamlessly by the work of master stonemasons. To the south, the clear sea glittered in the sunlight, giving the impression of summer despite the chill air. The road became busier as farmer’s drove animals to market, and tradesmen of thwww.onedoor.cce surrounding towns and villages headed for the city to stock up on supplies for the winter months.Luthar breathe...
Cloud Chaser
Cloud ChasersConnor was dreaming of flying. He felt the air slick through his outstretched fingers and he was happy. In a world of tan and gray the sky offered a view of a different hue. His jacket whipped against him wildly and his old goggles let in tiny air pockets, cooling his sweaty face. In the sky he was free and away from all of the horrible things down below. It was all so real until he heard a noise outside of his dream. He woke up suddenly just before light, feeling an immediate dryness in his throat, his tongue a dead slug in his mouth. He sat up in his hovel and reached for...