At first, my blade-to-blade battle with the ghoul went well. We were evenly matched, with the ghoul having become slightly rusty with no challengers while I had honed myself for months. When it came to magic, I was having more trouble, but the Harmony Blade kept me safe.
Tag: Flash Fiction
Prose-ject 2020 29: A Departing Scout
Jeff was leaving on a scouting round again. He said that he had seen an interesting new building which we might be able to blow up if we got close enough. While it certainly was a provocation to the invaders, with all the known underground sanctuaries already either destroyed or flooded until they were underwater, we were safe. It would definitely send a message: We may hide, but we are not defenseless. You are not welcome here.
Prose-ject 2020 28: A Break at a Lake
After some rough battles while trying to get on the other side, we were able to stop at a cabin by the lake at the foot of the mountains we had just come from.
Prose-ject 2020 27: No Place Like Home
They say that there's no place like home. I say that they're right.
Prose-ject 2020 26: Immediate Danger
Isabella listened to the ghoul's breathing. Its back was turned towards her and Mychal, but it would only be a matter of time until it would spot them. It only needed to turn back, walk a few steps forward and turn right.
Prose-ject 2020 25: Magic-augmented Items
Ria told me that being able to use augmented items to cast spells took long training and the basic skill at casting spells normally, but otherwise it was actually quite easy. It did require more concentration than normal casting, but the increased power was worth it if the augmented item was strong enough.
Prose-ject 2020 24: The Daylight Beast
We had been hunting the Daylight Beast for a week when we finally found it.
Prose-ject 2020 22: Among Strings of Manipulation
Even though she lacked her memories of her previous life, Louise still knew how to spot the hidden strings of manipulation when she saw them.
Prose-ject 2020 21: A Delicious Dish
Shade looked at the dish in front of her. It was the most lavish one she had seen in ages; most of her employers did not invite her for dinner, let alone show off their wealth with it when they did.
Prose-ject 2020 20: Fugitive?
"Fugitive?" the same unfamiliar male voice asked. "The hell I would know?" the female voice blurted. "She's been sleepin' most of the time she's been here. We don't even know her name."
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