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It’s a sunny day in the village. I’m holding my mum’s hand, skipping beside her as I do so. My mum is laughing about something My dad said. I have a grin, from ear to ear. But I’m not with my mum, I’m holding the hand of the Perigrinez. We are not in the sunny village, but instead in the cold, dark castle. “Mum? Dad?” I whispered, as I saw their heads. I widen my eyes, and run over. I hug their heads, but stepped back as they were not hugging back. They tip over, and I find that they do not have bodies. I whimper. The Perigrinez sn...
This is the 2 part to Claws, so I suggest reading that first.I’m soaring through the dusty air with my sister, zipping past all the houses and traders down below. I pass her, blowing a raspberry while doing so. She laughs. I laugh alongside her.“No fair!” As she tries to keep up with me, I spot something strange. I slow down to look. An old man is hobbling through the streets. I frown. Everyone here is young, so how is there an old man? The only old man is th...
Peregrine is equal to a general or commander, depending on the person's original status, they could also be the King or Queen, depending on how many battles they’ve been in, and how many they’ve won. A Peregrinez is (usually) the advisor of the Peregrine. "You did it. Finally." My hands tremble as I look down at my hands. I see massive claws, dosed in blood. Why did I do this? How did I do this? I force myself not to look at my hands, and I look at the uneven floor. I feel bile rising up in the back of my mouth. Around me are...
I am a fisher, just like everyone else born into my family. We fish all day and weave the nets all night, never stopping to take a rest. That is how it is in our small little village. We do all the work, fishing and cleaning, while the nobles of the north eat the fish, and create more mess. I live with my two brothers and my parents, all of them also fish. We rarely speak to each other, and when we do, it is to tell the other about a big catch, or the old housewife’s rhyme they always told us. It goes like this: The day you get three blue ca...
Why do I do this? You know better than me at this point.
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