LutherTheKitsune

The castle was going to sink in a matter of days. Eyren wasn’t so sure this would be a Fist of Pasareyon, not so early in the year, but the castellan had been receiving messages for hours regarding the winds that were buffeting at the facade, and the rain lashing down. The waves hadn’t topped thirty feet yet, so they  couldn’t be sure, but the castellan was certain of it. Many of the grizzled old men who’d been working at the stronghold as long as anyone could remember agreed with him; they recognised the signs, the subtle changes in temperature and rain intensity that indicated a Fist was coming. Eyren stood atop th

He climbed to the highest point of the trail and paused, out of breath and cold. The world was a wasteland of ice, snow and water. Grey clouds clung to the belly of the pale blue sky, tinged with pink, as it hung low, weeping over the land. The fog and the rain clung tight to the mountaintops as the floodwater rushed between the hills and the dales, into the mouth of the valley where once eighteen thousand had made their home. They were coming up the narrow, winding path in their hundreds, shuffling with their possessions on their backs. Men, women, children, pets and steeds, chickens and cows. A mule moaned piteously as it stumbled through

When Kim got home from work, she found her son had escaped from the chair she had tied him to that morning. Impossibly secure, and yet, for him, so easy to escape. Handcuffed and bound with rope to an armchair too heavy to move and too sturdy to topple, anything he could use to aid his escape out of reach. And yet there he was, writing in a strange script at the kitchen table. She approached him from behind. It was safer that way. Careful not to startle him, she entered through the back door and said tentatively, "Do you want anything to eat?" He just carried on. She repeated herself, louder this time, and he glared at her with those frigh

Paul's head hurt. He left the crappy flat he'd rented and went to get some aspirins from the pharmacy. But, on the way, he passed a pub and decided to sit down for a drink. Paul knew he didn't have to call Alice until tomorrow, so for now he was stuck in a city with nothing to do. Having a drink was a worthwhile way to spend his time, at least. The streets were unusually quiet. It was twilight when the woman touched him on the shoulder. Paul turned, startled. "Do I know you?" The woman didn't seem familiar. Tall, pale, early twenties. She had fierce green eyes and auburn hair tied back in the tightest bun he'd ever seen. She was wearing a