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A Tale of Two Hoods Chapter 4
Chapter 4: The Man With No Name Stargems burst to life on the walls of the tunnel the instant Rona’s feet hit the ground. She blinked a few times, her eyes trying to adjust to the new source of light. She glanced back at the opening above her. She had grown taller since her first trek down the Dragon Path, but it still sat just outside of her reach. With another person to boost her up, she could have managed, but she’d never brought anyone else to the secret tunnel. She turned back to that tunnel now, and inhaled deeply. Unlike the cemetery above, the Dragon Path was always imbued with a warm campfire smell. It made Rona feel at home, though she’d never ventured outside the gates of Kolor for camping or any other activity. Her parents had forbidden it on account of the monstrous wolf pack that terrorized the forest. And though the Red Cloak wrapped around her shoulders would offer some protection against Maugoru, she did not yet wield the garment’s full power.
By Wilbert Turner III7 years ago in Futurism
Looking for Something
Characters: Tusra and Anastra Tusra Greylock, clad in his usual blue and pale silver patterned long coat sat at his desk. Piles of books surrounded him, he plucked one from the pile and opened its pages. Smiling he adjusted his half-moon monocle and inked his quill. As soon as he was about to put quill to paper there was a loud sound.
By . Durzarina .7 years ago in Futurism
Elven Mystery
I sit on the soft moss that was growing throughout the tree, thinking to myself about what I could do to help the dying elven citizens. Were they poisoned? If they were poisoned, then why wasn't I poisoned? I don't understand what is happening here. Everyone is dying. The next thing I know, I hear a deep voice behind me trying to give some words of support and comfort.
By Natalie C..7 years ago in Futurism
Next Generation
I tried to stifle my screams of pain, the contractions were almost too much to take. After ten hours of contractions and biting on things to keep the screams from being heard past the walls of my cabin, I delivered her just after twelve noon, full head of jet black hair, ice blue eyes, distinct features; I could see all my loved ones in her new face. Her blood on my hands was the least of my problems, having just given birth to the next generation in a long line of witches. I could hear the wind howling outside. Off in the distance, I heard the dogs baying at a scent trail as I cradled my newborn daughter. I took the athame and cut the cord, laying her on the furs next to me. I got up to a squatting position as the next contraction expelled the afterbirth, which I disposed of in the fire.
By Emily A Dinwiddie7 years ago in Futurism
Legends on Loan: The House of Charming
Once there lived a nobleman who had a beautiful wife. The nobleman however was hideous, both inside and out. Every night would find him bringing home a different harlot from the local pub. Often he would make his beautiful, black haired wife sleep on the floor while he and whatever stranger he brought home that night would sleep on the bed.
By shattux shattux7 years ago in Futurism
My Lady Tree
My Lady Tree By Kelly Lee When I was a boy, I remembered seeing the tree. It was the most beautiful tree I had ever seen. It stood there majestically with part of the trunk and roots growing on the large boulder that made up part of its base. Bright green leaves decorated the branches, which seemed to glow in the sunlight. The wood and bark were lovely shades of brown, mossy green with red. It grew just outside the castle gates near a small ravine that took water to the village surrounding the fiefdom and the farmland nearby.
By Kelly Ganson7 years ago in Futurism
The Rosebush
The Rosebush By Kelly Lee The rosebush had been there almost as long as the house in which David Moore’s grandmother had lived. He remembered the rosebush for most of his life by the simple memories of his grandmother taking care of the plant and treating it with kindness. He knew the bush was there and that it existed, but he had never actually paid attention to it.
By Kelly Ganson7 years ago in Futurism
The Woman Who Practiced Magic in a Field (A Fairy Tale)
Once upon a time... A young woman practiced magic in the cool of the night. She lived in a very small town, where no one else had heard of such a thing as magic, and never cared to. But, one night, the woman was discovered in a dried-up field with golden lights flickering off her fingertips like fireflies. The old farmer who spotted her bellowed through the darkness, accusing her of trying to set fire to the dry land.
By PathlessJourney7 years ago in Futurism
The Underground Knight’s Confrontation
Quietly waiting was a warrior who wanted to show his true power for the good of the world. He was raised by loving parents who taught him honor and integrity. His father was a former knight who inspired his son to do big things in his lifetime. He taught his son how to wield a sword and shield and be precise with a bow and arrow. This training occurred throughout his entire childhood. Simultaneously to his training as a warrior, he learned to help provide food and water for his family. The warrior and his parents were respected by each and every person in their town. His father was well known for protecting the land against former enemies, while his mother was recognized for her generosity by giving to those who have less.
By Frank Sartain7 years ago in Futurism
The Centurion and the Bear
Magnus was a strong and devoted soldier. His love for The Empire surpassed all things, including his life itself. He was a centurion, and had been offered higher positions but refused them all, choosing the mud, and the fight more than the horse, and the distance, and the wall of guards enjoyed by the Legatus.
By shattux shattux7 years ago in Futurism
