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Abarak 16Harom knelt down and assisted the prosthesis back on his master's leg. He knew the help was unnecessary at best and uncalled for at worse, but it was an act of servitude. His request of absolution. The bath room air was still thick with steam which stuck to their clothes and turned his hair wavy. "Your shoulder was dislocated", he muttered more to himself than his silent master. No, he spoke to him. He just wished that he wouldn't hear. He did, but didn't answer. Harom saw neither shame, regret nor frustration in the young man's eyes. Four years he was yet to see a single tear, hear a single chuckle of laughter.
"My lord, Aiden, I know it is not my place to interfere with your life nor ask questions, but I pray for your kindness and sensibility to be reminded that I am also to be your guardian. It would very much ease my given duty of keeping you safe if you contributed to the task." The young man was covered in bruises and fist marks, by their appearance done with bare fists and bare
Abarak 15Todd grew swift and strong in the streets. Tall, taller than the other boys save for lanky Scoot. Todd was oddly pale and red-haired, standing out like a pine in the desert. Yet he went unnoticed, never drawing the attention to himself. Scoot was dark and fierce, yet another shabby scapegrace save for loud voice and ill temper. He had been the one to foul-mouth the wrong guy and caused a feud between their group and a gang from the southern Dregs, much bigger than their own.
This had been going on for nearly half a year, starting out little and petty, growing fiercer as each act of revenge called for a greater retribution, until Eila had stepped between and seeked to negotiate with them. They came to an agreement - both gangs would pick their best for a fight, one against one, with only one's own body. The winner set the new rules and shared their neighbourhoods. So to say, banish the losers.
"So it's politics", Todd thought, but didn't say, as the boys wouldn't know the word. He stood
BirthdayIt's my birthday. My sister says I'm turning five. I think we've lived in the same house all my life, but my sister says we moved there after the big bang. I was a baby when it happened so I don't remember. My sister said things were different before that, there were schools where grownups taught you things like reading and counting. She teaches me stuff. The big men come to our place sometimes. My sister makes me go out to play when they're here. They give us food or water when they leave, but my sister says they're not our friends. But today she says she won't be at home or see those men. She'll play with me all day. Because it's my birthday.
Abarak 14The duke was drowning in paperwork that his wife chose to neglect. While she was off to hunt some poor innocent forrest creature with a horse, bow and an arrow, he had to deal with things. An order to seek out and train more sorcerers, more soldiers, and whatever else. Always demanding more, as if a war was about to happen. With such armies, they'd be bound to. Orcs, by all guesses. A messenger had brought rumours of a village that had been built too near the lands ridden with them, and which had disappeared without a trace. Houses burnt to the ground, cattle and people slaughtered and eaten. He would have to get the sorcerers more apprentices, he had to send out seekers.
The seekers.. As useless and incompetent as they tended to be, searching through the towns, farmlands, even slave markets, they were his best bet. He did not wish for sorcerers to be bred out like white horses. The thought of the breeding of speaking beings horrified him. He kept no such slaves. If only and
You Were Not An Aquarium BoySea-glass became your bones,
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
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