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 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”

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