HR_The Betrayal of Sage_Banished_Five Seeds
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My alarm clock screeched at me at 6:10 AM. When I reached up and stabbed the snooze button, a green hand fumbled for the off switch, and the clock fell from the headboard."Good morning, Mr. Recruiter," purred my flat chested sleeping companion. "Think you can convince other humans to leave their home now?...Or do you need another reminder?"I groaned and sat up, pulled the clock out from behind the bed. "It's too early.""I can feel your body disagreeing with you." She shifted closer. I could feel her crotch tentacles sliding between my legs."Please. I don't need to be more tired."The bony alien...
The Betrayal of Sage
For all of my careful planning, I had never expected this. Never expected the welling up of water in her eyes and the whispered apology as guardsmen poured into the courtyard, their swords all pointed at me, as if I was the greatest threat in the kingdom. They were wrong. It was the man- the so-called prince- they worked for who www.onedoor.ccwas the threat. And now the woman who stood across from me. My own daughter. My Sage. She stared at me. What was she thinking? Was she remembering sitting on my lap when she was a little thing, and listening to the stories her mother and I would tell her? Was she remem...
Banished
At three in the afternoon, the gavel pounded on the table. We all rose at the sound. My mother arose to make the formal announcement of the Council.“The crimes of Consorting with the undesirable race of Humans and Treason to the society of Elves are serious and must be meted with an equally serious punishment.” My mother seemed reluctant to go on but was prodded by the Council Elder on her right. “Therefore, she shall be marked as a traitor and banished from the city and valley. She will no longer be one of us.” With that said, the gavel pounded on the table one last time.Council Guards return...
Five Seeds
TW: gore It happens every twenty-five years, the Ritual of the Five Seeds.Mother Feverfew has the Five collected in the New Life Bethel. There are three Brothers, two Sisters. They sit evenly spaced along a circular bench, reverent heads bowed over plates carved from acacia wood. Steaming on each plate is a meal of roasted fiddlehead ferns, goat cheese, buttered gold potatoes. Centered between the five plates is a sizzling 20-pound carp, silvery skin blackened.“Why must we Fatten?” Mother Feverfew asks the Five. “So we will be good seeds for the soil,” the Five say.“And what is soil?” she asks...