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
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
“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