One time, when she had made an unusually gross mess of some persistent ghouls who had ambushed us, I asked her about it. She only chuckled nervously and said that she had no idea. She added that she hoped that she would not find out either. I hoped so too.

After he had finished everything he needed to with his mentor's estate, Bereth set forth away from the settlement. He knew that since he had taken her ring without her children's permission or knowledge, he ought to hide it.

It was hard to believe it had been eight years since then, and even harder was to believe that it was a Midsummer again and I was here.

Edicia was not sure whether the hunters she had seen were after her or the deer family she had seen along the way, but she was not taking any chances. She made sure her shoes were secured on her makeshift utility belt and sneaked around the hunters, praying for whatever powers out there not to let their dogs sniff her out.

Friat looked at the city around the castle from one of the castle balconies. The city was peaceful, yet each time she looked at it, she reminded herself that she had been fortunate to become an apprentice to one of the court sorcerers, Ezidretim.

She must have been there at some point in her life. She was sure of it. However, with nothing to indicate where that field could be, it did not help her recover a bit of her memories or information about who she was and where she was.

The prompt used: escaping the scene. Anxious, Sash looked over his shoulder as Edicia told the rest of the group about the specter which had attacked her. While the others tried to cut her off with questions, she cut them off with an authoritative voice they had never heard from the young woman."They always come … Continue reading Prose-ject 2020 12: Escape Preparation