Song and sword.
I was lost amongst the darkness.
I couldn't escape, the depressing thick clouds of forever smothered me and held me down.
I couldn't even scream.
Tamlen was here somewhere? Right? He was lost too! I saw him before, screaming my name and reaching out over a gap that not even a Halla could leap, not even a dragon could fly over.
Except the one that sang. That one came for us all the time, singing a beautiful song and promising release if we followed it. It was so beautiful with gleaming midnight scales and pure white eyes with beautiful silver pupils.
It was dark in between the visits from the b
Challenge Winner fiction
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Challenge July 2010 A Mascot
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Literature
A Good Man
"Your great-grandmother I'm not so sure about. But you're a good man." Vica smiled as she slung her bow across her back.
"Well, I...er...thanks, Warden." He stared at his feet, taken aback by the kind remark and unsure what to say in return.
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It had been a simple compliment, sincerely given, completely platonic. Neither had expected anything to come of it. Ever.
But in the aftermath of Fort Drakon, when Vica was nursing a broken heart and trying to avoid Denerim--and the new king and queen--she spent un