Cursed

One is cursed. The other is not. Is it staff or man?

The Barn

Virgin vaguely recalled exchanging a rake for his fishing pole. Pa folded his arms as Virgin's shoulders slumped.

Burning Heart

He was ten years old and already running from the blaze on the horizon where his parents and siblings, servants and friends burned in the flames.

Village Of Slaves

The place smelled of the smell of sadness; salt mixed with ashes and dead rose petals. A cloak of tragedy settled over all those who entered to walk the paths between the burial plots. 

Key To Chains

They hold me prisoner deep within the earth. It is a world of death and hate. 

I miss the sun. Here in these caverns there is only darkness. Even my thoughts are not my own. 

Hunt

The youth loaded the arrow to his longbow, his slender fingers resting on the butt of the missile. He stared down the shaft as he drew it back, focused on the point beyond the steel head and closed his eyes.

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