Small droplets of sweat formed on King Bevérian’s forehead…
A terrible sense of unease took hold of her, and she assumed the worst had happened down below.
They were too late.
You kept telling yourself that you were a force of good for the world… what a mess you made.
The Union of Six flagships roared in the distance, drowning all who can hear them with The Ultimatum.
“In 72 hours, this planet will be cleansed.
All life will be erased if your civil war does not stop…
The Prince furrowed his brow, “Come out, whoever you are! Who hides in the shadows of trees?”
An arrow whistled through the air…
Still as stone is the river as I crawl closer for a greeting As if some distant heart had stopped its natural beating Years together yet you know me little—I must confess I am a thief, and now a dying one no less (Please do not let this note cause you too much distress) […]
The temple desperately needed coin from the brother to the King. The monks baked a special bread for his pleasure, but instead of magic bread, the temple only had a sorry story of how a little girl ran off with the most expensive bread in the entire kingdom.
I couldn’t get much sleep last night. Today’s the day—my fate, my future, it all rests on the next following few moments. Here goes nothing.
Listen, there’s something you need to know about the First Gods…
A few words, a sketch of a face, some silver, and that’s all it takes for someone to die in these wild parts. You know part of my story already, don’t you?