The Sunken Place 9.02 – Erik

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Those who move to the unseen music have always been thought to be insane.   

—  ANCIENT PROVERB

Erik’s large paws tore through the moist soil of the forest floor. Scents from kilometers away entered his snout with every inhale, bombarding him with hundreds of distinct odors, all but for the one he searched. After hours of fruitless hunting, his limbs burned with exhaustion and his breath came in panting gasps. Continue reading “The Sunken Place 9.02 – Erik”

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The Sunken Place 9.01 – Erik

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We all become food for worms after the sunsets.   

— ANCIENT PROVERB

Erik found himself wandering through the camp back in his regular form, his skull ringing with mocking amusement. Saxi and Patrick were the only voice still laughing. Saxi chuckled occasionally while Patrick boomed with full-throated laughter, muttering slurs that made Erik clench his jaw and glare at the ground. Rage filled him, nearly to the point of rupture, but he kept himself under control with an iron will. Rain whipped him with every step, matting his hair, dripping down his neck. His jaw throbbed. Continue reading “The Sunken Place 9.01 – Erik”

Color of Awe 8.06 – Erik

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Nightmares await on the spring’s thaw.

— ANCIENT PROVERB

A light rain fell. Erik lay within his small tent, peering up at the sloped roof, listening to the clutter of droplets. Sleep had escaped him for the last few hours despite his best efforts, and for once it had nothing to do with the voices in his head. The fault lay only with himself and his overactive brain. Plans for the future unspooled into twisting loops in his mind, branching off and ending abruptly. Too many possibilities lay open to choose anyone for long. Continue reading “Color of Awe 8.06 – Erik”

Color of Awe 8.05 – Leon

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The future moves unseen until it is known.   

—  ANCIENT PROVERB

Pen’s went still in Leon’s arms. He ground his teeth and ran his hand along the bird’s blood mattered feathers. If only he had been stronger, Pen’s death would have been unnecessary. He could sense the blue giantess, like an unseen lantern hanging behind his shoulder, waiting for him, in his mind. All he had to do was reach out to her. He could do it. If he dared. Continue reading “Color of Awe 8.05 – Leon”

Color of Awe 8.04 – Hanna

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Hearts were made to break.   

— ANCIENT PROVERB

With Súla at her side, Hanna pressed her way through the mass of soldiers. The stink of unwashed flesh wafted against her until her nose twitched. She would have gagged if it would not have looked unseemly. Yet despite her disgust, she knew she could not smell much better, and it was only the first day on the road. They left the cheering men behind and threaded their way through even more armored men rushing toward the fight. Continue reading “Color of Awe 8.04 – Hanna”

Color of Awe 8.03 – Erik

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Rage is a veil that hides beauty from men.   

— ANCIENT PROVERB

You must kill him. Asbjörn giggled. Yes, kill him before he can kill you. Only the dead can’t harm you. The voice in Erik’s skull turned introspective. But then if that’s true, what am I? What are you? Are we not both dead? Continue reading “Color of Awe 8.03 – Erik”

Color of Awe 8.02 – Erik

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Man are leaves and life is the rotten tree from which they hang.   

— ANCIENT PROVERB

The good weather continued for the rest of the day, the sun a touch hotter than comfortable. Some complained that now the Dark One was trying to melt them out of their armor. A scant few clouds drifted across the sky, barely enough to provide any shade. Wind lashed the wet banners until they dried and once again flapped. By the time they stopped for the day the sun was already beginning to set. Erik was surprised at how far they had already traveled. Continue reading “Color of Awe 8.02 – Erik”