Shay could clearly see everything. Everything. That was wrong. It couldn’t have been more than midnight, and it was a new moon out. It should have been dark as the deepest sea. She looked down at the blade of her sword. A glowing, flickering orange, reflected back.
Off a well hidden branch of a river are secret Limestone caves. Very few know its location and even fewer can navigate the paths there. It’s said it takes the luck of the fey to find it. A secret haven to those in greatest need. Also a wonderful place to have adventures that border on the otherworldly.
Veron attacked with such force, he eventually broke through the man’s blocks and sliced open his right arm. “Oooh, more blood for me,” Veron exclaimed, seeing the man’s face contort with disgust and fear which led the stalker to flee as quickly as he could. As the stalker left, he could hear Veron yelling back at him, taunting him to come back to play more.
“The real and invariable nature of a thing is comprised of little details. The more closely you can observe and define something, the better you will understand it.”
Suddenly a quick fleeting scout appeared from the forest, panting heavily as he approached the gathered group of fighters. “Blackkoven has been spotted.”
During his time traveling through France as a member of L’Orchidée Noire, a traveling troubadour group, Kane developed a love for gourmet food and high dining. This was something Damian clearly didn’t understand.
The priest went to help Veron, lifting and carrying Vlad inside while the two hunters slowly and carefully made their way up the steps into the chapel behind them. Upon entering it was dark and musky, frail candles lit throughout the place flickering hesitantly to dispel the shadows that hung everywhere else.
When it comes to the finer things in life, except for food, Kane Driscol is horribly oblivious. Luckily, Damian Azure was willing to take him under his wing and show him there was a point to a nice outfit!
I wrote this story for my English class in college. I embellished the ending a bit to make it so we won the scenario for story sake. Hope you enjoy it!
You can tell a man just like you can a sword, you know. Some are bathed in jewels and gold, but have never seen hardship or toil. They easily break when put under pressure. A strong one does not need glamour or intricacies; they let their strength and deeds speak for themselves.
