7: Promises

Leneah walked through the quiet streets, so much more somber with the midsummer decorations gone for the year. Knowing what evil lurked in the dark corners of her world cast a pall over everything. She shuddered away thoughts of Harbingers, Kraah, and Brother Night. Tonight’s mission was about hope for the future. She wouldn’t spend […]

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6: Rescues

*Content warning: mild fantasy violence, dagger cut. Brennan padded along the mausoleum’s passageways, magelamps casting light enough he could see a few feet around him. There were no signs of anyone. Leneah had gone in here, he was sure of it. He’d seen her and the hooded man walk through the main entrance and heard […]

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5: Darkness

*Content warning; mild fantasy violence, daggers Leneah followed on Brother Night’s heel, or cloak hem, since she had never noticed his feet. A scream cut through the air around her but stopped short. What the hells were they doing in there, and what had she gotten herself into? Every instinct screamed at her to run, […]

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4: Fierceness

Brennan’s fingers ached to move, to do anything but remain curled over the hilt of his sword. He could barely see Leneah bathed in moonlight, standing in front of the silent, looming mausoleum. The silvery illumination deepened the color of her hair to almost blood-red. The sweat on his skin chilled, and the night darkened […]

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14: Of Sparring

“We’ve extended your post with the Easthaven Valiants Corps indefinitely,” Captain Hawke said as he stamped Niamh’s evaluation papers with the official seal. He handed her the sheaf of parchment with a respectful bow. Only two weeks had passed since she had received Jeron’s and, really, all Tanahr’s gift to her. The mechanized truesteel leg […]

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13: Of Dire Dreams

Niamh trudged along the sidewalk, trying to dodge the far too many people who were out and about. It was nearing midday bells, and the city noises pushed against her like a physical shove. She staggered, taking an off-rhythm step. Her satchel slid onto the crook of her arm with a violent lurch, and she […]

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12: Of Truth

“Curse it to all the hells and back again,” Niamh grumbled as she dragged her satchel-strap into place on her shoulder for what felt like the thousandth time that day. She hated to admit it, but getting around in a huge, foreign city as a recently healed amputee was hard work. She had never liked […]

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11: Of Tinkering

Jeron waited outside Niamh’s lodging, even more nervous than he had been with Captain Hawke. She had promised via courier messages to make time for him after her recovery training. Now, he knocked on her door, butterflies and snakes and all other wriggly things in his stomach and an absurd grin on his face. Niamh […]

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10: Of A Welcome Surprise

Niamh slung her pack over her shoulder and looked around the hospital wing where she had stayed for the last three weeks. Sister Hilde watched her, eyes shining with tears. Niamh forced a stoic smile. Everything had changed so quickly, but now here she was, standing on the threshold of yet more newness to come. […]

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9: Of Sweets And Sweetness

Niamh gazed down at her breakfast, veggie hand pies (her favorite) and a little bowl of lush red brambleberries sprinkled with sugar. Unlike on previous days, she did not push the food away. She’d already had one guest. A woman called Loremaster Olangah had examined her top to bottom, checking her for any magical maladies. […]

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