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Spindrift: Part One: Chapter NineChapter Nine: A Centaur Tale for a Captive AudienceSpindrift: Part One: Chapter Nine by Alveric2
I grew up on my grandfather’s farm with my mother and younger brother, Hywel. Our neighbors were the Fleetwyndes, a family of Centaurs. Rory and I were the same age. The second brother, Patrick, was a couple of years younger. We were all pretty close. They would even let us ride on their backs, which, if you know ‘Taurs, they rarely allow. Hunting, hiking, camping; we did it all together.
One spring, when I was fifteen, we were walking home from school and Rory showed me a key.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“A key, Rhodri.”
“I can see that! A key to what?”
“Paradise.” He grinned wickedly and swished his tail.
I stopped and gave him a skeptical look. “What are you at, Rory?”
He stopped, looked around to see if anyone might hear, put a hand on my shoulder and then bent down to where he could whisper i
Spindrift: Part One: Chapter EightChapter Eight: The King’s MenSpindrift: Part One: Chapter Eight by Alveric2
I sent the merchants home. Most would have probably gone with me right away, if I’d suggested marching on the palace. A dozen or so poorly armed, middle aged men, however, were not my idea of a force fit to challenge whatever might await there. Instead, I sent them home to recruit their kin, employees, friends, neighbors and whoever they might find willing to risk all to save all.
I was taking a chance, of course. Some, once away from their peers, might decide that sitting things out might be the wiser path. Worse yet, there could also be in that number a quisling or ephialtes. It was a chance I had to take.
I had Reden draw me a map, as near as he could remember of the water-tunnel system between his warehouse and the palace and mark the point where all the different parties should meet. I memorized it and then disposed of it. He urged me to come with him, but I was determined to find my f
A Merman's Tale 37Chapter 37: The Lady LexieA Merman's Tale 37 by uglygosling
The voice on the phone was indeed familiar, but it was not Marlon. Instead it belonged to John Levy, aka Kit Fisto, who I had met most recently during our rescue mission on the Bahama Nova. After a brief exchange of complements, he asked if I could meet with the Jedi Council sometime tomorrow in Orlando. I had to tell him no because I was up in Jacksonville on a new mission.
"What kind of mission, if you can tell me?"
With a nod to Diane, who nodded back, I told John/Kit about Natalie and that we were accompanying her tomorrow out to her new home in the Atlantic and that we would be her 'other parents.' My caller listened attentively and offered some thoughtful comments of his own, then asked if it might be possible for me to come and Diane alone to go with Natalie.
"We would very much like to meet with you, Harry."
"I'm afraid that will not be possible for some time. I...we...promised her and her family we both would go wit
The Girl in the White Dress BlurbThe Girl in the White Dress BlurbThe Girl in the White Dress Blurb by Leve726
That's how old I am.
For the past 80 years I've been traveling around the world. I call it "traveling", but at times it feels like I'm running. Running from my past.
I keep traveling because I don't know what else I'd do. I've been banished and rejected from the place I was born, and I don't exactly fit in with human beings.
I can walk amongst them, pass by unnoticed, help them when I can, but if I stay too long or get to know someone too well, people get suspicious.
To anyone passing me by on the street, I look only like a teenager. But only a few people know who and what I really am.
Every since the end of the 100 year war with the Fire Nation, I've managed to form another identity. There are myths and stories about me; about a spirit maiden from the sea.
"An eerie fog begins to form,
And the sea calms it's storm.
At first you cannot see her,
But hear her distant whisper.
Pirates and outlaws beware,
She'll grab you with her stare.
Lake MaidenLake Maiden by Azaiyaaaaaa
Image by Natalie Shau
Lake Maiden I
I so loved to dive into that lake. It felt like the only place I could call my own in this woods. Hiding among the silky grass and cool stones that lined the bottom, I wanted to curl up into a dark spot and sleep there, but my body would not cooperate with such a plan.
There were times I could come close, though. As the years went on and I grew bigger and stronger, I could stay beneath the liquid longer and longer. I could float, covered by the cool sanctuary, for minutes at a time. I loved how the water filtered out the noise above and brought me only soft abstractions of the most important sounds. The lake had its own sound-scape, its own world so separate from my own and it amazed how quickly I could be transported so far away from everything so quic
Song of the DeepThe night was cold and the wind howled like a beast in distress as its invisible essence danced over the flow of the land. The boy walked against its breath carrying a ragged cloth filled with morsels.Song of the Deep by Agacora
He could smell the salt in the air and feel the push and pull of the eternal tide drawing him in.
Above not a single star was seen and below was the ever crashing waves; where they lead he did not now.
Why exactly he had run off to the shoreline in the dead of night with scraps from the night's dinner evaded the boy as he crouched behind a clump of sea grass to banish the cold from his arms.
There was the tugging again as the tide swelled. It was as if the sea itself was whispering to him, calling him, to sink into it's vast depths. And now he was certain he could hear a faint song despite the crashing of the waves. It's tune wash soft and comforting, like a lullaby, and made him want to fall into a deep, deep, sleep. Maybe this was all a dream.
He examined the crude bag's c
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