Should have locked the doorShould have locked the door by VikingWidunder
Should have locked the door
I was six years old when I moved to the house which would be my home till my adulthood. The image of the house is still well carved upon my memory, it has not yet become a phantom in the fog, hidden within the depths of my brain. It is as clear as the very room where I'm now, writing this as fast as I can before this account disappears with me.
The floor was crooked and broken, filled with dust and sand. The cracked walls rotting away with moisture and in every corner of the living room piles of trash, pyramids of old dusty objects, garbage and dead animals. Creeping beneath our feet in the still intact floorboards, strange insects new to my eyes at that time, some were long and black with many legs, others less long but large with wings and antennae. Most of the furniture didn't existed or it was scattered in pieces all over the house. I remember that it was very bright inside the house because there were no windows, the natural light
The Silver - Dragons Chapter 21The Silver DragonsThe Silver - Dragons Chapter 21 by anderssoth
By Anders Soth
Chapter Twenty One – Scars
After a short, soggy trek through the bushes beyond the river bank they found a small, secluded area where the group could safely make camp. Despite the risk of discovery Grudos made a small but welcome fire. Luselle gratefully sat and warmed her still frozen fingers. Torl obviously fared worst of all and his unexpected dunking in the river had left him pale and shivering uncontrollably. Elena was currently helping him remove his soaked armour, the half-elf’s fingers being too numb to manage the buckles. He hastily stripped down to just his britches revealing his lean, toned torso. Luselle was fascinated by the multitude of scars that marred his pale skin, including a long jagged mark that ran across his back from right shoulder to left hip.
“I’ve seen that look before,” Grudos said startling the young mage.
“What look?” Luselle asked.
Prologue: In The Name of WarPrologue: In The Name of War by Maya-Rudsen
Trapped within the shadows, unable to move, Aydel felt his whole body being crushed by the weight of darkness. His grayish green eyes with vertical slit pupils moved desperately in the search of a sparkle of light amidst the blackness, but nothing he found and it was getting harder and harder to breathe at each second past; he was in fact drowning.
This wasn’t an unfamiliar sensation for him though, seeing that his panic wasn’t as extreme as the situation required, and while lying still on that infinite void, waiting to be possessed by the growing darkness, the young man finally perceived a tenuous beam of light at a far distance gradually coming closer. Suddenly, it exploded into a bright, vivacious ocean of whiteness, dismissing the shadows upon him entirely, giving him back the autonomy over his own body. So he slowly got on his feet and walked towards the source of intense light as it seemed to be calling his name, as strange as it sounded.
“Aydel, you should not