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(( This week’s story prompt is a story set during a war. I decided to write part of Nessna’s backstory. She is no stranger to battles, but this was her first. ))

Nessna Lightmist was proud of her job as a ranger. She had trained for years for this, and was elated when she was put on a patrol with one of the Eversong groups. She was still able to stay in the city with her family, but spent most of the day out in the woods with her patrol partner, Ellinta, an older woman who had been in that squad for nearly a century.

Lately though, the rangers had been on edge. They had heard of trouble to the south, and not just with the trolls. Word had been that the human kingdoms had begun to fall to a plague, and that a legion of undead scourge was ravaging the land, taking all who stood in their way with them. Of course, the Kingdom of Quel’thalas was well protected. The large enchanted runestones to the south kept the Kingdom safe, and patrols were continued as usual. Though Nessna and Ellinta thought there was little reason to worry, they both kept a vigilant watch for anything out of the usual.

Nessna had just arrived this morning by portal. Her oldest sister had just passed her mage exam and was proud to show off her abilities that she had learned while staying at one of the larger magic academies in Silvermoon. Nessna didn’t mind the walk to the ranger building, but neither did she mind the portal, and if it put Vallindra in a pleasant mood for the day, then it was all for the better.

Nessna stopped at her locker first, changing her shoes for her boots which were more suitable to walking through the woods. Her mother forbade her to bring them home, due to the mud that would get stuck to them without fail every day. The Lightmist house was part home, part medical clinic run by her father and another sister. Their mother forbade a lot of things that could cause dirt to appear; boots, pets, even certain friends! Nessna wasn’t bothered too much about it, but she often saw rangers who had animal companions to work with them, and she longed to learn to work with one. It wasn’t something that would happen until she managed to move out into her own place. She knew that much. Now that she was working, she could start saving up.

She was lacing up her second boot, when she heard footsteps approaching behind her.

“Almost ready to go?” Ellinta asked.

“Yes.” Nessna said hopping to her feet and picking up her bow. “I’m ready now.”

“Good. Some of the overnight patrols have reported some odd noises and such, but they couldn’t find anything when they investigated where they thought the noises were from.”

“What kind of noise was it?”

“They said it sounded like trees falling.”

“You’d think they’d notice something then.”

“It may have been too dark. Anyway, we’ve been asked to look into it.”

Nessna nodded. Great, look into falling trees. She hated how, as the newest recruit, she and Ellinta were always given what seemed to be the easiest and silliest assignments. She couldn’t wait for more people to join so that she wouldn’t be at the bottom anymore.

She and Ellinta set out along the route towards where the night patrol had heard the strange noises. She had to slow down more than once while waiting for the older woman to catch up. She didn’t mind. There were times the older woman would need to stop along the path, and it was during those times that Nessna learned the most from her. She would share stories of her early days as a ranger, and of the mistakes she made when she was first starting. Nessna was grateful that the ranger captain had seen it fit to pair them for patrol even if he didn’t give them any real assignments.

Nessna went ahead further along the path, glancing back now and then to see where Ellinta was. They should be coming up on the spot where the others had heard noise soon. She stood and waited for Ellinta to catch up while watching the woods keenly, her ears perked listening for noise of any sort. She heard nothing but the regular forest sounds. Birds, wind through the trees, and a bubbling stream nearby.

Ellinta joined her. “They said it was off the path just to the south a bit, but they couldn’t find anything.”

Nessna started picking her way through the woods off the path. Luckily, the undergrowth wasn’t too heavy in this section of the forest. She was careful not to go too quickly, and made sure that Ellinta was right behind her at all times.

They had gone some distance when Nessna stopped. “Did they say how far? I haven’t seen anything yet.”

“You’re right. We should have found something by now. Let’s head back to-”

Ellinta paused, looking up through the canopy overhead. Nessna did as well as they both heard it. The sound of flapping wings. At first, they saw nothing, but then, through the openings between the leafy branches, the sky was blotted out by a dark, moving, flapping cloud. Under the cover of the trees, they couldn’t tell how many there were, but the forest grew dark as though it was night.

“Ellinta?” Nessna managed to squeak.

“It can’t be.” Ellinta murmured quietly, “The Scourge is here. We need to make our way back, remain under the cover of the trees. Don’t use the path.”

Nessna whispered back, “We need to hurry. Those things are moving fast.” She started heading towards the north, but was stopped when Ellinta grabbed her arm. “You’re right. It’s already too late. If we’re to fight these things, we need to head to the city where most of our forces are. We should stay where the woods are thick, and only cross roads and clearings as we need to. Let’s go.”

Nessna’s heart raced. The city. They weren’t even returning to the ranger building. Anyone there would die. She glanced up again. Of course it meant that if she went there, she would also die. Ellinta’s plan to go the the city was sound, and they may be of more use there than in any of the small towns that were going to fall whether or not they had two more people helping them. She started along the thickest parts of the woods again. She had the maps almost memorized now and knew the places where the trees and plant growth was strongest. The dark cloud overhead continued to move north as well. There must have been thousands of them. She checked behind her, surprised that Ellinta was right on her heels. The old woman could move fast if it was necessary.

Nessna stopped to sniff the air. Something was burning nearby.

“The forest. They’re burning the forest to stop the Scourge on the ground. I doubt it will stop them completely, but it will delay them. Let’s hurry.”

Nessna did as told, continuing towards the city. They crossed two paths without incident, the dark cloud of moving creatures in the sky seemed to hover now behind them. Nessna knew what was happening, though she didn’t want to admit it. She would glance back now and then to see some of the creatures swooping down, others were climbing upwards into the sky, and still others were dropping things that looked an awfully lot like an elf. She decided not to look back again.

The city was already being fortified. Anyone who could fight was being called to fight. She noticed a lot of shabby drunks had been given dull swords and pushed out in front of the gate. Some of them were trying to get back in, but the gate had been closed. Ellinta stopped her from nearing the mob which had obviously been pulled out of the Row. “Let’s head to one of the other gates, maybe they haven’t closed yet.

They found their way in through a service gate, the guards manning it welcoming two rangers into the fighting force assembled in the city. They hurried to the square where the ranger headquarters was, and checked in for an assignment. It took a few minutes as the office was buzzing with activity, and few staff stayed behind to manage it. Both of them were given instructions to go to the wall facing the south.

The gargoyles came first. They arrived in their dark cloud, swooping and dropping just as they had in towns in the forest. Nessna trained her arrows on them. Shooting one just before it picked up one of the other archers on the wall. It tumbled backwards and fell to the ground outside the city. She shot another that was mid-swoop towards the group on the ground. This one did not stop despite the arrow sinking into its chest, and instead grabbed one of the people. Despite the elf’s best attempts to stab it with his dull sword, he was lifted high and dropped.

Nessna’s  eyes widened as she glanced out towards the woods. An undead army approached, stomping a path through the forest straight to the city gate.

“Watch out!”

Nessna had no time to react as Ellinta threw herself on top of her. Almost as soon as she felt Ellinta’s full weight fall upon her, she felt it lift.

No. It couldn’t be, but she looked up to see that it was. The gargoyle carried her patrol partner higher and higher, as Ellinta pulled out her dagger, and began slashing at its thick skin.

“No!” Nessna yelled, but her words couldn’t stop what was happening. Ellinta’s dagger pierced in one of the right places. The gargoyle let her go as it dropped to the ground. Nessna watched in horror. She screamed again, “No!”

This had to be a bad dream. She had to wake up. She looked around her. Everywhere they were under attack. How could this happen? They were supposed to be safe.

Someone yelled at her from the side, “Keep shooting, keep shooting!”

She did.


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(( This week’s prompt was a story about a journey. This is an excerpt from my upcoming book, Knights of Naren: The Sword. It takes place at one of the stops along the journey to retrieve a stolen sword. As part of working on the second draft, I’ve been rewriting chapters. I figured since I had to rewrite it and it was about a journey that this week was a good time to work on this chapter. ))

They arrived in Kingsfall, the largest city of central Naren, and Deydesli was distracted by the markets and shops that they passed. Unfortunately, the sun was low in the sky, and most of the shops were closing for the night. She made Tellerion promise they would look around a bit in the morning before heading further south to Moressley. Tellerion didn’t like the idea as it would slow them down, but decided it would be best to do it now. After they had the sword, there would be no time for stopping. They stayed at one of the nicer inns near a large market area that night.

Tellerion woke early the next morning eager to get started on the day. He still hoped to reach Moressley that night, even if there was a considerable distance to travel after shopping. He knocked on the door of the room that Deydesli was staying in. “Dey, are you awake?” he asked in a hushed voice at the door. At first he thought she didn’t hear him, but he dared not speak louder as he didn’t want to wake the other people staying at the inn. Luckily, she had heard the knock. The door creaked open.

She was already dressed, and her blond curls done up in a ponytail. Her long ears were alert. “Tellerion, what is it?”

Tellerion was a bit embarrassed by how disheveled he must look. He had only taken the time to throw on a shirt and pants before going to knock on her door. He wasn’t even wearing shoes yet! “Oh, I was just wondering if you were awake. I’d like to start our shopping as soon as the market opens for the day.”

Deydesli smiled as she ushered him inside the room and closed the door, “I’m ready. I was having trouble sleeping. I’m worried a bit. So many things could go wrong.” She lowered her voice, “I’ve seen Lord Miray arriving to Moressley with the sword late this morning. There’s no way we’ll beat him to the castle like you wanted to. I’m not sure it would have been a good idea to pass him on the road anyway, not after what we saw happened to that poor man from Westerfaire.”

Tellerion frowned, “I suppose you’re right, but I’m sure we could have passed around them if we had managed to move faster. I really wanted to see where he puts it.”

“I’m not sure you would have been able to, even if you were there. As we get closer, I have a better idea of the size of the castle, and it’s rather large. I may be able to see where the sword is, if we’re lucky. The good news is, I have a really good feeling that they’re looking for a baker. We should know if we hear something at the market or not.”

“You’re just trying to make me want to go shopping.” Tellerion smiled.

She grinned back, “As it so happens, I have a more important purpose for shopping this morning, and it doesn’t involve overhearing gossip.”

He raised a brow.

“For the past couple of days, I’ve been trying to puzzle out how we’ll be able to communicate with each other while you’re in the castle.”

“Can’t I just go see you?”

“I was hoping that would be the way of things, but Lord Miray keeps all of his servants inside the castle. I’m not sure why, but only his trusted guards are allowed to leave. Anything you need for baking, or anything else is put on a list and brought in from the outside.”

“How do you know all this?”

Deydesli replied, “I’ve been watching the future possibilities. As I come closer to the castle, I can see more of the details. You need to be very careful in there, Tellerion. There’s something else too. I can’t see it though. It’s like it’s hidden behind fog, but there can’t be fog inside.”

“Is it the strong magic you thought might be there?”

“Worse. I think it’s a mage.”

“I thought you said he wasn’t allowed one.”

“Maybe things have changed. The book I found that in is a few years old. All I know is I feel like there are spells at work inside the castle, but I can’t tell for sure.”

“I doubt Thril Gandir would forgive him that soon.”

“I doubt it too, but I’m pretty sure someone is there who can cast magic.”

“Do you think it could be someone like you, a rogue mage without an adahi?”

“I don’t know, but speaking of having an adahi, I may need you to pretend to be mine.”

“Pretend to be an adahi?” Tellerion frowned, but kept his voice down. It was a grave offense in most city states, and especially bad when accompanying a rogue mage.

“Yes. I’ve exhausted myself trying to view as many possibilities about this as I can. The people running the magical artifact shop are going to notice I have the ability to cast magic. If it’s the younger one attending my purchase, he will say nothing. If it’s the older one, he will question me on the purchase and ask if you are my adahi. If you say yes, all will be fine. Neither of them are too interested in having to deal with the authorities.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t go to this shop.”

“They have some things we need. There’s a special type of mirror that can be enchanted to another of the same type of mirror with a special spell. It then can show the other person and picks up the vibration of voice and such and sends that as well. Normally, they’re far from perfect. It may be difficult to understand each other, but since you’ll be stuck in the castle until it’s time to leave permanently, it may be our only means of communication.”

“Can you do that kind of enchantment?”

Deydesli shook her head, “I can’t, but they have some that are already done. We should be able to spare the coin for them. I brought a bit of my own to help out with our expenses.”

Tellerion nodded, “That was a good idea. I suppose you knew ahead of time that you’d need it.”

Deydesli shook her head again, “It’s not always like that. I guess it’s because I never learned the proper spells for it, but I can’t cast for long before it becomes very tiring. I can’t always control it either. Sometimes I hope to see a possibility about one thing and get something completely unrelated. Other times I’m not even trying and it just happens. Those times worry me the most because while I’m seeing something else, I draw a blank here. If it ever happens in front of another mage, I’m sure they’d notice.”

“Is it dangerous to go to the market then? This is a large city, Dey. I don’t want to accidentally run into a mage and have you sent off to Thril Gandir for punishment.”

“I’ve exhausted every bit of my magic trying to see the possibilities ahead of us. It only happens randomly like that if I haven’t focused on invoking it myself for a while. We’ll be fine in the market.”

Tellerion raised a brow, “Shouldn’t you be too tired to go shopping then? You’ve exhausted your magic and didn’t sleep well.”

Deydesli grinned, “I’m awake enough. You’re not getting out of this, Tellerion.”

Tellerion nodded, “I should go get ready then. We could have breakfast downstairs before heading out.”

Tellerion met Deydesli downstairs twenty minutes later. The innkeeper’s wife brought them eggs and toast, and they said little over breakfast, worried that the innkeeper’s wife may overhear anything they spoke of, and neither of them wanted to be in trouble for plotting against the Lord to the south, even if the rumors were correct in that the Lord of Kingsfall hated his southern neighbor.

Soon, they were heading to the market. Deydesli stopped at nearly every stall, looking over everything, but buying little. Tellerion could tell by the look in her eye that she wanted to buy more than she did. One small purchase she allowed herself was a brightly colored scarf for her hair. She spent the most time at a jeweler’s stall. The jeweler did his best to talk her into buying a necklace, but in the end, she walked away without it despite the jeweler claiming that he had offered her his absolutely lowest price on it.

A few blocks away from the inn, they came upon a magic curio shop. Deydesli glanced at Tellerion, “Are you ready? Stand up straight and act important and protective.”

Tellerion nodded. He felt he was already standing up straight, but he threw his shoulders back and tried to walk with an air of importance. He followed her into the shop.

He tried not to frown upon seeing the older man behind the counter. He stood near Des as she did all the talking, asking to see the mirrors she had spoken of. As she had predicted the old shopkeeper questioned her. “You’re a mage, aren’t you?”

Deydesli nodded, “I am.”

The old man glanced at the mirrors he had taken out for her to look at then glanced at Tellerion before looking back at Deydesli. “Most mages are taught this enchantment at Thril Gandir. We don’t get many mages coming in to buy our items.”

“I was never very good at enchantment. We all have our strengths and weaknesses.” She answered as she slid one of the mirrors out of its protective covering. They were all kept in thick padded bags. Tellerion assumed it was to keep them from transmitting the sound on their own. The mirror that Deydesli was currently inspecting was a small handheld mirror, no bigger than her palm. It had a small decorative handle but was otherwise rather plain.

The old man grunted, “Your weakness is in the simplest spells.” He looked at Tellerion again, “Are you her adahi?”

“I am.” Tellerion answered.

“Must be an easy job for you then.” The old man seemed to be laughing, but he continued with the sale, exchanging the plain-looking mirrors for the silver coins from Dey’s purse.

Tellerion was glad when they finally left. They started walking back towards the inn, wandering their way through the market. Deydesli continued stopping occasionally at stalls, but never spent too long at any of them.

She stopped at a small stall with some glassware out on the table. Tellerion stood waiting for her as she looked over the small glass objects.

“Finbar arrived home yesterday.” A voice behind him said.

“Oh, did he? Is he okay?” Another voice asked.

“A bit shaken, but he’ll be fine. Lord Miray wasn’t happy about losing his baker. He actually charged him to be able to leave. He had all that money saved up, and now most of it is gone.”

Tellerion stopped watching Deydesli long enough to turn around to glance at the two old ladies walking past behind him. When he turned back to Dey, she smiled, “We should get back, shouldn’t we?”

Tellerion nodded and walked with her back to the inn to get their stuff and their horses. They had a lot of distance to cover yet today.

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Aeramin’s Notes

(( I meant to work on my weekly prompt last night, but I forgot my USB key with all my files! I had already set up my laptop when I realized I was missing something, so I wound up writing Aeramin’s notes instead. It comes with all the usual trigger warnings as of late. I’ll work on my weekly prompt later tonight! ))

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Lanthiriel’s Patient Notes

Name: Aeramin Firewind

Age: 120 years

Occupation: Fire Magic Instructor at Fairsong Academy

Reason for Visit: Consumption of numerous elixirs with the intent to harm himself


Day 1 – Patient arrived in the morning, carried in by Imralion Sunsorrow. Patient was unconscious, but his heart rate and breathing were stable. Imralion brought in the empty bottles as well. He was not sure how much had been left in each one, so I worked as if each elixir had been full at consumption. The most worrying of these was a sleep aid. It had amounts of an herb that can cause death if consumed in a large quantity. Luckily, the patient had not kept most of it down. According to Imralion, the patient had purged most of the contents of his stomach onto the bathroom floor. I gave him some shots to counteract the herbs, and kept him under observation. Our apprentice, who is also studying magic at my brother’s school, was here for the day. She washed his hair and his face, and helped me change him. I asked Vaildor to wash the robe that evening, but he forgot. Nessna, who had stopped by in the afternoon after her patrol, promised to inform Arancon, the patient’s father, of what happened. Patient remained asleep, but stable, throughout the day. I gave him another shot in the evening to help keep him asleep. The Confessor and I took turns checking on him that night. Imralion was also with him, asleep on the chair in the room.


Day 2 – Imralion left in the morning to go to the city for his work. Hethurin stopped by at noon to see him. Arancon, the patient’s father, showed up shortly after, and stayed most of the afternoon until the patient woke. His father informed us that he woke and claimed he was agitated. I checked immediately, and the patient did not seem very agitated to me. Patient was given bread and milk for lunch to keep his stomach from becoming upset, and I started his treatment. He dislikes the taste of the medicine. Perhaps I can try mixing something into it, or mixing it with fruit and yogurt. The medicine will take a few days to start working, and I’ll recommend that he takes it for at least six months, even if he is feeling better. Even then, he should take it until the Confessor says he doesn’t need it anymore. Anyway, I informed him that he must stay here under observation until the medicine is working and then he needs to see Confessor Morthorn. I don’t think he was happy about it, but thankfully, he doesn’t whine like some other mage I know.

Vaildor made soup and bread and brought it to the patient for supper. Patient does not have much appetite. I gave him his second dose of medicine.

Imralion returned that evening, and wound up staying in the room again that night.

Tomorrow, I am going to send Esladra to the city to buy some yogurt, and maybe I’ll ask her to get a cot too. There is another bed in the room, but it’s way over on the other side. With a cot, Imralion will be able to sleep next to him.

Vaildor ‘forgot’ to wash the robe again.


Day 3 – Patient continues to improve. He smiles and jokes, but I don’t think the medicine is working that fast. Rather I think that like many people, he’s good at hiding it. He took his morning dose without complaint, so maybe the yogurt won’t be necessary. After he finished eating, he asked where the shower was. There isn’t actually one in the clinic, so I showed him to the one in the house. It made me think that we should perhaps get one installed. It was different in the city. There was one large clinic that people could go to, and a bunch of small ones like my father’s. My father’s clinic was for overnight, but not multiple nights, so we never had to worry about having a shower for the patients there. I see that here it will be different.

Hethurin visited again at noon, and stayed a bit longer than he did yesterday as the patient was awake. I was informed that they spoke mostly about work. Hethurin has asked Maerista to teach the fire magic classes at the school until the patient has returned to work. I guess there was some question of where the lesson plans were, but according to Hethurin everything is taken care of, and the patient won’t have to worry about that while here.

Patient’s father also returned today, and the patient became agitated once more. This time I heard him yelling at his father to get out. Luckily, Arancon had already complied when I got to the room, so I didn’t have to put myself in the middle of that. Esladra had just returned from the city, and went to check on Aeramin while I stayed out in the hallway to talk to his father. I told Arancon that he was free to come ask us how his son is doing, but it might be a good idea to let him relax and stay out of the room for now. He agreed with that. I also told him the Confessor could see him as well if he wanted to talk. Arancon said he might stop by later this week to talk to the Confessor, but he didn’t feel like it today.

Esladra’s trip to the city was productive. She found yogurt, which I don’t think we’ll need after all, but I’m sure Vaildor will eat it if we don’t. She also found a cot. It needs assembly, but we should be able to get it together during the day tomorrow so that Imralion can use it at night.

Imralion brought food from the school at supper time. The patient seems to have more appetite now, which is a good sign.


Day 4 – I’m pretty sure the medicine is working. The patient has not complained of any side-effects, and his disposition seems pleasant as long as his father is not in the room. He did not eat much breakfast, but he showered again, and had a good lunch. Hethurin brought him some food from the school. I am noticing a pattern in that he seems to greatly prefer the school’s food. I hope Vaildor doesn’t notice, though I suppose if I told him he didn’t have to make supper for the patient, he’d be fine with that without questioning whether his cooking skills were the reason. I don’t think many can compete with Tik anyway. I’ll wait to see if Imralion brings something from the school for supper again before asking Vaildor to make something.

The patient’s robe is finally hanging out to dry. I had to wash it myself. Of course, it started raining about five minutes after I came back in, and now it’s frozen.

Isandri, the Confessor and I worked on building the cot, and we think it’s solid enough for Imralion to sleep on. We put it in the room, and I brought out a blanket and a couple of pillows for him.

I’d like to wait another day or two before taking the patient to the Confessor’s office, but I think he is doing well enough to go home soon. I will have to speak with Imralion as well and make sure he knows to watch for warning signs. It’s much easier to treat such things without a mix of elixirs to worry about as well.

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Valentine’s Shorts

Perothis wandered through the market of Silvermoon. He had already gotten Desdeyliri her main gift, a night for two at one of the luxury inns at the Sunwell. He also had a promise from his friend to watch for a good opening for them when it would be time for them to go on their honeymoon, but that was at least a few months away yet. They hadn’t picked a date, but Des was already showing him ideas from the magazines at the school. He was eager to start being with her all the time.

He paused at the window of a jewelry shop. He didn’t have a lot of gold, and he had to save up for the wedding. He wanted to be able to pay for it, though he had a feeling the headmaster at the school, where they intended for it to be held, would take care of a lot of things. He was even giving them a house. Still, it wouldn’t look good if he had to rely completely on others to start his life with her.

But that didn’t mean he needed to skimp on gifts for her either. True, he had gotten a deal on the room, and he had a friend who worked at a printer’s shop who made up a nice card to give her to announce that they had a room reserved. He’d bought a nice little box to put it in to give to her, but there was room for something else, like a bracelet, or a necklace, or earrings, or something.

He walked into the shop and stopped at the first display case. There were barrettes in it, some of them filled with gems, others were just a solid metal design. He chose a gold one with a small red heart-shaped gem in it. It would fit perfectly in the box with the card, and he thought it would look really nice in her hair. He couldn’t wait to give it to her.


Arancon sat in the chair by the bed where his son slept. Lani had told him that he should wake someday today, and Arancon had asked for the time off from patrol. Sunashe and Kavia would be fine on their own, and Arancon had another place to go today after seeing his son.

He had been waiting a few hours before the elf on the bed finally stirred. Arancon put down the book he had brought and stood. “Aeramin?”

His son opened his eyes, squinting in response to the light in the room. He looked semi-confused as he looked around, “Uh, where am I?”

“You’re at the clinic in town. You’re lucky to be alive. Do you remember what happened?”

Aeramin’s brow furrowed in thought, “Oh… yeah.” He found a note under his hand as he started to move. He stopped to unfold the note.

“We’ve all been worried about you. Hethurin was by earlier to see how you were. I was told Imralion was here this morning.”

Aeramin replied with a grunt as he refolded the note.

“Lani and the Confessor wanted to know when you wake up.”

“Well, I’m awake, so go get them.”

“I wanted to make sure you were okay before going to Eversong. I’m going to talk to your mother.”

Aeramin frowned, “Arancon, she’s dead.”

“You told me where you put her ashes. It was one of her favorite places to take you. I feel close to her there. Did you want me to tell her anything for you?”

He was met with silence, and Aeramin turned his head away. After a minute he finally replied, “Tell her I miss her.”

Arancon nodded, “I will. I don’t want to agitate you anymore than you already are, so I’ll go let the healers know you’re awake. I’ll stop by again tomorrow for a short time to make sure you’re doing okay.”


Sunashe put the stick in Blinky’s mouth again. “Take it to the target.” He pointed. Blinky dropped the stick and rushed over to the target and bit at it. “No, no! Take the stick to the target! Don’t bite. No bite!”

The warpstalker stopped and looked at him, blinking back to his side.

“Here, this is the stick. You carry it to the target.” He held the stick out as Blinky grabbed it with his mouth. “Okay, go.”

Blinky blinked again, right next to the target and dropped the stick. Sunashe almost praised him, but stopped himself as the large lizard began to bite the target again. “No, no biting! Pretend the target is Lin!” Sunashe went to the target, and picked up the stick. “Let’s try again.” He said as he walked back. Blinky followed at his heels.

“Here,” he said again, holding the stick out for Blinky, “Take it to the target then wait. No bite!”

Blinky grabbed the stick and blinked to the target. He dropped the stick and waited.

“Good! Come here. You get a treat. Let’s do it again, but this time with the poem.” The lizard blinked back to Sunashe’s side, and waited as as the elf copied over the poem. He read it aloud, slowly as he copied it.

“Love is like having a big Lizard.
It’s a lot of responsibility, so one has to think long and hard before deciding on love.
Love also gives a sense of security, like a big lizard who will attack people who mean you harm.
No one’s going to mess with you because the bad guys think big lizards are scary!
On cold nights, love is there to curl up next to you.
Lizards need heat, so that’s like love too.
It lies next to you and breathes and licks your face and makes funny noises.
Lizards, like love, can be left alone on patrol,
But it is always there waiting for your return.
Sometimes it has broken things while you were gone, but that’s okay because forgiving is part of love too.
Love needs to be fed so that it will grow bigger every day.
Sometimes a lizard sheds its skin and that’s like love too.”

He rolled up the paper and held it out to Blinky. “Take the poem to the target.”

Blinky took the paper, blinked to the target and dropped it on the ground. Then he bit the target.

Sunashe sighed. Maybe it would be better if he gave the poem to Lin himself.

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Early Morning

(( Another one with a trigger warning. My guys from Murder Row are a messed up bunch. Anyway, triggers: depression, suicide. ))

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The Emerald Charm

(( This week’s prompt was to write a story about finding something that was lost. I chose to write part of Alinash’s backstory, and as such, there’s a list of trigger warnings: murder, blood, emotional abuse, prostitution, etc. I’m also putting it all under the cut. ))

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