Posted By Jonas Blake on October 18, 2009
Kyle slept, and dreamed. He dreamed dark dreams of blood and steel and fire. Dreams of death, and ashes.
But he woke slowly, and as the dreams faded their details melted like fog, and he could no longer remember them. His nightmares were replaced by reality, and that was almost more frightening than the dreams.
He sat [...]
Posted By Jonas Blake on May 24, 2009
Llara did not say anything as he told her his story. Kyle sounded somewhat awkward, almost like he was trying to describe a dream that did quite make sense the next morning.
Honestly, it sounded like a dream. Or the ravings of a madman. But there was a hint of truth to it. For one thing, [...]
Posted By Jonas Blake on May 17, 2009
The stone glowed a brilliant green. Kyle just stared at it for a second, really shocked. There it was, the egg-sized stone he had grabbed from the stream, covered in the strange writing, glowing like a light bulb. It almost hurt his eyes a little to look at it. He held it out in front [...]
Posted By Jonas Blake on May 10, 2009
Kyle collapsed onto the dirt floor of the cave, gasping for breath. His lungs felt like they were on fire, and there were little white spots dancing in his vision. He had not run that hard for that long in, well, ever.
Of course, Pocahontas was not even breathing hard.
They had run for what seemed like [...]
Posted By Jonas Blake on May 3, 2009
Llara moved quickly, but not nearly as quickly as she would have liked. The soft, untrained city dweller she had following her made sure of that. And although she made almost no noise as she moved through the undergrowth, he made more than enough noise for the both of them. It was a wonder that [...]
Posted By Jonas Blake on April 26, 2009
Kyle blinked.
The dream had been so vivid, it had almost felt like it was real. He could almost feel the cold from the snow on his feet.
He blinked again, and looked around. He was standing, somehow, and breathing heavily. He was holding something, and when he looked down it was - the sword from the dream!
Kyle [...]
Posted By Jonas Blake on April 19, 2009
He stood in the snow, the cold seeping through his boots. The steel on the outside did nothing to stop it, and the leather within did not do enough. The snow was dry, the powdery kind that made creaking noises as his feet moved.
It creaked when his enemy moved as well.
He looked at the man [...]
Posted By Jonas Blake on April 12, 2009
Kyle groaned. His left shoulder hurt, and his back, and his head. The wind had been knocked out of him, and he was just now recovering his breath.
He rolled over, slowly, dirt and bits of heather falling off him, and looked around.
He could not see much. Light was pouring in from the hole overhead, and [...]
Posted By Jonas Blake on April 5, 2009
Kyle woke, cold, sore, and stiff, face down on hard ground. He rolled over, and grunted softly as the slight exertion sent pain lancing from his muscles, and twigs poked at him. He looked up at the crystal clear sky, and rested for a moment, before trying to move again.
The crystal clear sky, with no [...]
Posted By Jonas Blake on March 29, 2009
Llara pushed her way through the undergrowth at the edge of the woods with practiced ease, into the large field between the woods and the tiny village of New Rinsdale. The villagers kept the field meticulously clear of anything that reached above knee-high, and as much as Llara loved the forest, she understood their reasoning. [...]
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