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DestinyDestiny by Bowtothedrow
(Part 73 of Eternity’s Eclipse)
(Book 5 of the Fantasian Series)
“No one goes up the mountain without me.” Crystal warned. “Not Razor, not the Vipers… and certainly not you. If Embyr were here, I wouldn’t even let her go alone.”
Evidence of neglect lay all around the trails. Snow, falling from overhanging tree limbs and clouds alike, had buried the path beyond the hope of salvage. Some drifts rose nearly to the dragon’s knees; had she been a two-story house, they’d have swept over her roof by several feet.
“Dare I take it that you still care about Embyr? Even just a little bit?” Sterling asked, sitting up hopefully on Crystal’s shoulder.
The Renegade Dragon Queen glanced down at him, her expression caught somewhere between glum and cringing. It wasn’t friendly. But it wasn’t necessarily hostile, either.
It also wasn’t Crystal. Something had come over her since they’d started up the mountains
TransfixedThe life of the prison wagons was a hard one. Built from a wooden frame, the design had originally been used to tote crops between farmers’ fields and barns. But instead of lining the edges with cloth, the king’s men had outfitted top of each transport with a heavy iron cage; and, instead of wheat, each caravan was packed with human beings.Transfixed by Bowtothedrow
But, somewhere far above, a benevolent god or goddess was looking out for the noon wagon. Typically weighed down with as many as a dozen unfortunate men, it instead carried only two – and small ones at that, starved so that only minimal flesh and bone remained. It was a burden any prison transport would happily bear, and that some would kill for.
And yet there were still obstacles for the lone transport to overcome. The road to the execution yard had long since eroded away, gouged and pockmarked by wheels until it became a tangled mire of ruts and fragmented pavement. What was worse, a crowd had gathered to thrust their filthy arms
My name is Penance...Should you prove unable to view the previous link:My name is Penance... by NirvanaDraavon
My name is Penance
Heir of Judgment
Once of your kind
Now but a remnant
Of a war once fought
Of a war long past
A revolution consuming all
As Pandora's final day at last
For our finest hour lies at hand...
And what of I...?
Condemned as many willing to die
Once a human, forgotten of life
Once of your kind,
Partnered with those anew to share within their strife
A frail boy unable to recall
Memory erased within a single vibrant squall
Awoken to the voice of one deeply revered
A weapon of darkness equally feared
Casting aside the label upon him
In desire to become more than the grim
Fleeing the battle granting him birth
To forge that of his own purpose here upon this earth
Brethren in arms
Facing the grand finale even should we prove outmanned...
(This deviation may prove subject to updates.)
More news.Well it's official I have writers block it's been going on for a few months. (Hence the inactivity) it's hard for me to even write more than two sentences I've just lost the will to write at the moment. So after talking with a friend I found the root of the problems and even though I need the money desperately I can't seem to write something I haven't been inspired to do so. Commisions will be closed along with requests for a while only choice requests will be taken from now on and commisions will open up when I feel up to it. SorryMore news. by Shurtugalskulblaka
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