To the Lowly Dove_The Magic of Friends_The Daughter of a Mother._Lunar Conversation
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To the Lowly Dove
It was always Amrak’s job to deal with the birds afterwards, and he had alwaywww.onedoor.ccs hated it. Every Temple day after the service he would have to wait for the worshippers to leave, then hang around while Father and the other priests finished up. As soon as they were gone the work began – mopping up the spilt blood, gathering the dirty robes into a basket to take outside to the waiting washerwomen, piling up the silver bowls to carry to the kitchen to be cleaned. Amrak had asked his father many times if he could rather wash the bowls, sweep the step outside, clean out the censers – anything but gath...
The Magic of Friends
“Welcome everyone to PryMage Academy. I’m Professor Ardon. You may call me that or Mage Ardon.” The robust man’s voice carried through the crowd. His dark blue eyes narrowed like he already regretted selecting these people. “Those of you who are fortunate enough to be here, had been tested, and found adequate to be students in our prestigious academy.” At the victorious smiles, the professor’s eyes glinted dangerously. “But do not be mistaken. Before the day is over, I’m sure we can lower those numbers significantly.”A nervous hush fell over the crowd. Dana glanced around anxiously. She had wo...
The Daughter of a Mother.
Kana Le Saintelle’s first memories were… she wasn’t actually sure what her first memories were. She simply remembered being. Just being alive, living. Her, and her mothers, Fisyene and Geroivia, in their cottage home, in their home town, in the shadow of the great hill where the great citadel that overlooked them all stood. Her mother Geroivia was a giant among giants, even from the view of a child’s world where all grown-ups were giants. She stood taller than her other mother, and even some men. Kana rarely saw her. She was a soldier. That meant leaving Kana alone for long periods. But that w...
Lunar Conversation
1284 wordsRated PG; violence, bloodPrompt: Write a a story set in summer, when suddenly it starts to snow.Last night, the moon seemed to say something. I mainly thought this because it yelled at me for staying out late.It’s 3 in the morning, and I’m driving home by the pale slivers of the full moon. It follows me, lighting my path. I don’t even use my headlights because the silver beams are so enchanting, I wouldn’t want to ruin them with the bright yellow that shoots from my car.I was at my friends’ house, seeing their new baby. Brittany gave birth about a month ago, but I’ve been so busy. Af...