Shun

Darkness Reformed: Part V - Potential

Shun, Luna and Bruno leaned against the outer wall of Djastra’a. The light shining down from a golden, sunless sky. Under it, each of them felt exposed; like 1000 people were staring at them. As soon as they caught their breath, Bruno grabbed Luna.

“So let me get this straight, Queenie,” he said, holding Luna by the lapels of her robes. “You have no magic, no plan to kill Xipil, and if we leave the city, an ancient god of darkness will tear us apart. Did I miss something or did you just royally screw us!?”

Read More

Darkness Reformed: Part IV - The Silent Road

Fensburg was silent that night. No frogs croaked, no owls or other birds, nothing. The entire wood around the town was eerily silent, and they were all aware of it. That night, no one slept, each of them gravely aware of how much danger they were in. When they set out at dawn, it was reluctantly and with heavy eyelids.

Read More

Darkness Reformed: Part III.5 - Travel Agency

Energy crackled on Luna’s hand, and for a split second, her wings were visible. She quickly swiped her hand in front of her, leaving a trail of blood floating, marking its path. At the same time, the room rang with the sound of a gunshot, but neither fell. When the sound faded, the gun and bullet had disappeared into the void - Luna’s void - and Bruno stood there, stunned. All he could do was stare at the faint outline of Luna’s wings.

Read More

Darkness Reformed: Part III - Maea

“Will people even let us in?”

Shun shrugged. “Don’t know, don’t care. If anyone asks you who you are, just tell them... actually, pretend you’re a mute. I’ll do the talking.”

“And if they know what a black dragon looks like?”

“Can’t you just glamor yourself to look different?”

Luna sighed and looked away. “No, I’m actually not very good with glamors, the thing I do with my wings isn’t even technically a glamour, it’s just a dark facsimile.”

“Useless...” Shun muttered under his breath.

Read More

Darkness Reformed: Part I - Anchor

“Oooh, I haven’t granted a boon in forever.”

“From what the legends say, you never did.”

“History is written by the victors. Had you been in my position, you would have seen things my way. Now would you stop pointing that sword at me? If I wanted to hurt you, I would have already.”

“Forgive me if I don’t trust the queen of darkness,” he said, brandishing the sword as he spoke.

Luna sighed and shook her head. She wound up, and then lashed out, her maw closing around the sword. With almost no effort, she bit clean through it, leaving it in pieces.

Read More