Chapter II Shattered Shackles The frigid wind leapt up suddenly, pushing the coarse snow and airborne ice in front of it as it swept across the barren landscape. The temperature was unbearable and the blizzard was blinding, but it hardly mattered. There was no one there to attempt to […]
Part One: Prelude to Calamity Chapter I A Rocky Start The old, dirty bed creaked loudly as the convalescent rolled from his left side onto his right. The noise irritated him, but more than that, it confused him, because he was reasonably sure the bed had never had anything […]
It’s a new year, and that means a brand new M:EM serial! In 2017, we’ll be enjoying RavenoftheBlack’s magisterial M:EM opus, The War of the Wheel. So sit back, and enjoy… The War of the Wheel by RavenoftheBlack Prologue Fallen Leaves Daneera walked. She did not […]
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Lucy’s black eyes glinted in the darkness as she slid the small, black-lacquered box out from beneath her bed, just as she did each night when the darkness was at its peak. She felt her heartbeat quicken as she lifted the box’s hinged top and looked down at the two objects which lay inside.
It was less of a gun, and more of a hand-held cannon. The short barrel opened to nearly the width of a man’s head, and powerful runes were etched around both the barrel and the stock.
Remmy bent over and picked up the cap. He placed it on his head, and, in that moment, he felt – no, he knew – that the dream which he had dreamed in secret for longer than he could remember was going to come true.
Heavens, but the child was strong. Much stronger than a girl her size ought to be.
Of course, we know where that strength comes from, the Supreme Mother thought to herself with a shiver.
Sax had been to enough hangings to know that most men closed their eyes in the second before the lever was pulled.
As he bent his head forward so that the Judge could slip the noose around his neck, Sax resolved not to. He would hold his head high, and he would keep his eyes open, so that the gathered crowd would see that he was not afraid, that he was not ashamed, that he felt no remorse.
Tears rolled down both sisters’s pale cheeks as the twins cried without sound.
For minutes, they simply knelt together on the blood-slicked floor, looking at each other, weeping wordlessly. Each held the other’s shaking hands.