Jonas Blake | 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 [...]
Jonas Blake | 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 [...]
Jonas Blake | 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 [...]
Jonas Blake | 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 [...]
Jonas Blake | 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 [...]
Jonas Blake | 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 [...]
Jonas Blake | 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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