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Submitted to Contest #69
Kana Le Saintelle’s first memories were… she wasn’t actually sure what her first memories were. She simply remembered being. Just being alive, living. Her, and her mothers, Fisyene and Geroivia, in their cottage home, in their home town, in the shadow of the great hill where the great citadel that overlooked them all stood. Her mother Geroivia was a giant among giants, even from the view of a child’s world where all grown-ups were giants. She stood taller than her other mother, and even some men. Kana rarely saw her. She was a soldier. Th...
Submitted to Contest #52
'Please wait for me, my little Monika!' The glow of her phone stared back at her in the dimly lit streets as the words she never wanted to see again appeared. She clicked on it again. She didn't mean to, but as she absent-mindedly scrolled through her messages to alleviate her boredom, she clicked on his messages again. She didn't need to look at the name of the sender to know. She didn't need reminders of him. Not when his face haunted her dreams and her memories of their time together replayed in her mind every waking moment. 'Pleas...
Submitted to Contest #51
Philenes ran through the streets panting. A Legate. He had finally made it as a Legate! He had never thought it possible, with his posting as merely a garrison soldier during the Great War. But they chose him, and now he had to gather up men. It was duty. Always duty. The bells pounded distantly behind him. Sentries had spotted them; a raiding force. No doubt a vanguard of the greater army of Chaos that was quickly approaching the Empire’s borders. Roona was one of the more isolated castles in the North East. It had a strong garrison and a...
Submitted to Contest #44
Ravens. Portents of death. He had been seeing more and more of their number as of late, circling, waiting. The priests called them the messengers of the gods, but all he saw were birds flocking to wherever the feeding was the fattest, no matter the land he travelled. Perhaps the gods knew where the most carrion lay and told their messengers to feast so they do not starve he thought, letting a small snort escape. Men called him Wanderer, World-Walker, Explorer, he never once paid them heed when they chanted his titles nor his name. He was cur...
Submitted to Contest #43
Ever since she was a small child, Geroivia had remembered her teachers, her masters scolding her for not behaving with more discipline, as would be befitting a girl of her heritage. “Great soldiers and scholars! Why can’t you be more like the other girls! You are too wild! Your parents would be ashamed –” She never bothered to finish listening. As long as she answered “Yes master” and pretended to reflect on their words they would usually be content to let her and the boys she played with go back outside. And then the next day, they would do...
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