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Wild black-brown hair fluttered in the wind as his fists clenched and unclenched on his hips. He stood with his feet shoulder-width apart. His young brow furrowed as his chocolate gaze swept from the ancient man to the buildings and grounds around them. He glanced over his shoulder to see the receding backs of hisContinue reading “Son of the Mountain Top”

Her gaze narrowed as she adjusted her grip on the spear shaft. With a soft growl, she charged her opponent. A slight smile tuned up the corners of her mouth as he moved to strike. She uttered a word and a ball of light exploded in front of him. Not slowing, she dropped to oneContinue reading “Born that Way”

She sat in a meditative pose: soles of her feet pressed together, backs of her hands resting lightly on her knees with a muladhara mudras held in intense focus, eyes closed, back straight and tall, and breathing slow and steady. “La-a-a-a-am,” she chanted. Behind her, a figure swept in from the doorway. Quicker than theContinue reading “Child of Flames”

His young muscles strained as he brought the hammer down on the piece of metal over and over. Sweat poured from his brow as he worked until he was satisfied, and submerged it in a bucket of water. A soft growl slipped from his lips as he returned it to the furnace to reheat andContinue reading “Heart of Fire”

Tears streamed down her face, tracing lines in the dust. Her legs ached and feet throbbed. She stumbled blindly down the road. At least, she thought she was still on the road. It was difficult to tell. The sun had long since set. She had no idea where she was. No idea how long sheContinue reading “Runaway”

Back to back the pair stood. One wielding a pair of elegant scimitars, the other a powerful long sword. A half dozen orckind surrounded the duo. “Not exactly how you planned your first day out of the citadel, is it Darius?” the one with the scimitars snickered as he turned aside a violent thrust withContinue reading “Prince of the Blood”

He pulled his cloak tight around his shoulders as the wind raced down from the northern reaches of Morgath. An uttered curse slipped from his lips as he checked his blade to ensure it did not stick in its sheath, should he need it. His gaze moved along the tree line nearly half a leagueContinue reading “Self-Imposed Exile”

She lounged comfortably on the curving slope of the roof with her feet propped against one of the dragon sculptures that doubled as a downspout. A slight, amused smile turned up the corners of her mouth as she watched the maids rushing about calling her name. She stifled a giggle as their tones turned frantic.Continue reading “Samurai General’s Daughter”