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The Cartographer
Author: RyoshiAvera came with Benjamin back into the living room of Eliezer's home, having finished their jaunt through the woods together, to find their host and his companion sitting, chatting, and sipping on tea along with another man.
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Forgotten Embers Love and Death
"No! Absolutely not!” It was morning, and Eliezer was not the least bit amused by the stubbornness of his companion as she looked at him with those soft blue eyes swirling with a harbor mist which penetrated him, piercing straight to his heart, and blinked. “No! You are a
Forgotten Embers The Fires and the Candlesticks
Benjamin stood at the height of the hill above Elkshire giving to the men who came pure white garments of sparkling pyrite which he and Eliezer had made from the materials which the men from Laoce offered. They had received a steady stream of travelers there throughout the days of their renewed presence in Elkshire, and the later they came, the more ragged they appeared. Then came some men from Asrymn on the second day, they having decided to tarry three in accordance with Representative McFarland's original timeline, and approached their prince with a humble weariness. These men were a
Forgotten Embers The Caravan
She had never seen so many people from so many diverse regions, pasts, and occupations. Even in Pyre, there had never been such unity among the people, despite the government's efforts to make everyone the same. Here, it was different. There was something more genuine, and Avera knew that she liked it much better than Zephyr's form of unity among men. There was work going on to bury the dead there in Elkshire, which Jordan oversaw. Together, many of the men labored to dig the graves and transport the bodies of the people. For the most part, there was a communal grave prepared for all of them,
Forgotten Embers For Our Sakes
'Surely, it is for the dead we find ourselves silent here before our King as we march onward into fate.' Her despair had evaporated at the spirit's presence, but the fact that Avera had seen him also intrigued her. Knowing him was one thing, but seeing their spectral friend was entirely another, and to hear him... that was something very rare, indeed.
Forgotten Embers The Pledge
The scent of death was in the air, carried by a gentle breeze from Elkshire as they approached the crest of the hill which overlooked the damaged city. Avera felt her body tense, and she noticed that everyone had become uncharacteristically quiet. ‘Out of respect for the dead,’ she pondered.
Forgotten Embers Messengers
He stood out by the edge of the woods watching for the men to come, but they never came. It was a relief not to be running, but, even so, he wondered why they hadn't followed them. 'Perhaps, it is providence. God has stricken them with blindness; that or they're planning.'
Forgotten Embers Home
They had dismounted, resting their horses for a time as they sat upon the flat faced rocks of the stoney hill crest watching over the darkened trees of the forest below them.&nbs
Forgotten Embers The Burning of Elkshire
'I've never seen so much blood...'
Forgotten Embers We’re Leaving
He awakened to a loud knocking at the door, and he jumped up from the bed, frantically grabbing his sword, and throwing open the door of the room. He dashed determinedly out into
Forgotten Embers Escape
Fire, ash, smoke, death... the city was in flames, as were its people. Screams pierced the night with the red tones of danger and death which pe
