Chapter Seven

The morning crept on The Sword with a swiftness and with it approached Whitewool’s army.  Before Billingsley’s men were ready to move out, Whitewool was already approaching the base of The Blemish. A horn sounded, waking Seth up from his deep sleep.  Groggy eyes and yawns surrounded him as confusion broke out around the reasoningContinue reading “Chapter Seven”

Chapter Six

Strand separated from strand.  Cloth ripped from cloth.  Sharpened steel wedged between them.  At the hilt was Seth’s distraught hands, trembling with the memory of each strike on the dummy.  Not from shame or guilt, but from pure fatigue.  Muscles that had only lifted fingers their whole lifetime were now wielding blades. Beyond the handsContinue reading “Chapter Six”

Chapter Five

Sand rained down like a dense snow in that early evening when Seth arrived back in Sternum.  It would be another week before he was to report to the Sword, but the first of the regiment had already begun to trickle back into the city.   When he crossed the threshold of his homestead he couldContinue reading “Chapter Five”

Chapter Four

Stagnant water soaked Seth’s boots.  With each step he clobbered generations of dead plant life under his feet.  He walked a path taken by many before him.  A separation in the field that stretched forever.  Compacted flora gave him a semi-solid platform to walk on, but with each step the water bubbled up from beneath.Continue reading “Chapter Four”

Chapter Three

The sand engulfed Seth’s feet as he stood where the green tapered to tan.  The horizon rose before him like a blemish in the sea of earth.  What remained of the dune that was blown away centuries ago leaving only its core.  The hard stone that was forged in the belly of the Earth beforeContinue reading “Chapter Three”

Chapter Two

As the world woke up around them, Seth made sure Cole knew to watch his footing. “You need to watch where you step.  If you can avoid stepping on sticks or crunching leaves then do it.”  He whispered. Cole nodded and kept his eyes to the ground, his vision slowly adapting to the darkness underContinue reading “Chapter Two”


The dodecahedron sat idle in the depths of The Windbreak.  Floating at the center of a great mass of trees.  The Shape had been there since before the birth of written history.  At the end of each rainy season, five years, travelers ascended onto the plains paralleling that great stripe of wood.  Each looking toContinue reading “Prologue”

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