All My Sins: Part 10-As We Forgive Our Debtors.
It’s a man’s curse to see himself only as that which he lacks, and it’s his blessing to have friends that have the wisdom to see him as he really is.
It’s a man’s curse to see himself only as that which he lacks, and it’s his blessing to have friends that have the wisdom to see him as he really is.
“The MacBroins have always been a disgrace,” continued the pale boy. “They have always been liars, cowards, and failures. You, though, are the crowning jewel. You’ll always be the pale, sniveling boy waiting for mother to come back.”
Lorcan sneered as he looked over the cliff at the dragon. “That man doesn’t deserve rest. Not in life, nor in death.”
“Boy,” he said, “take it from a very old warrior, there is indeed a dragon here. And, nothing is unkillable.” He smiled bitterly, “not even a god.”
“Lorcan, Mimir’s Well is sacred to the men of the North. Drinking its waters gives you wisdom and power beyond mortal reckoning. Even the gods respected and feared the place, and few of them even dared to take a drink.”
Surely this was some manner of fae curse. Yes, it had to be. But who had cursed him, and why? Titania, or one of her court?
Lorcan expected that perhaps they would roll out some long red ribbon for him to walk on, and would play trumpets at his return. But, that would be ridiculous. Long red ribbons were expensive and impractical, and trumpets weren’t to be invented for several centuries.
Inkom is a land well-known in Terrasylvae for its savage people. Anyone who goes to Inkom is presumed to be lost forever, and will NOT be rescued. So why did Miren & Shay decide to go?
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.
We arrived midday at the Order Garrison. A grumpy young man, who I could only assume was the garrison secretary, was tossing excess papers around his desk.
Any man or woman, regardless of wealth or background can join the Order of the Rose, provided they are honorable, brave, and have the will to fight the good fight, no matter how difficult or treacherous it is.