The Anniversary Waltz
(33 Moliko 413: The Crossing, Zoluren) She gazed at the rose in her hand. It was beautiful. Nowhere near as delicate as stories say. Quite the contrary, a rose is a...
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The Wedding: Arhat the Fire Lion, 413
There was no dancing for her on this night. It will be four years this fall since there had been dancing. She has never known silk to be so heavy, or shells to cut so...
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The stains of guilt
Guilt. Innocence. Such a simple thing, to be decided by a court. Sometimes, by a court who has no real idea what actually transpired, and bases it’s decision...
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A chance run in with an old friend
Every now and then, a moment comes that will shock you, surprise you, or shake you to the very core. Hearing the voice of your oldest, closest, and best friend...
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Nights I’ll never remember, with friends I’ll never forget
We sat around the fire that night, each of us laughing and joking, remembering all the good times we’d had. As was the norm, the names of the past began to be...
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The Chill of Death
It has only been a few days, and yet the memory of the Death Spirit invasion is one that I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to shake. I woke last night in a...
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Closing the door, opening my mind
For over a decade of my long life, I proudly wore a White Rose on my lapel. To some, it was just a flower. To others, it was a sign of hope, and of better days to...
Read MoreThe Long Forgotten, Greater Evil
The world saw fit to fight necromancy; abolish it among the provinces, and declare them outlaws. Sorcerors. Things to be hated and despised. And yet, in a world of...
Read MoreMelancholy Memories
As the wind whistled through the wood, as it had so many times in the past, I paused. This time it was different. This time, it was more personal. I’d come to...
Read MoreGhosts in the Darkness
The creaking of planks, the delicate wash of the waves over the hull, the smell of salt and sea air permeating everywhere, down deep into my bones. These are the...
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A Winter’s View
(33 Nissa 411, Crossing, Zoluren) Winter’s cold arrived this week on our window pane. It obscures my clear view of the street outside while I wait, while I watch,...
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