The first

Her eyes follow the birds flying around the castle, their blackness in stark contrast to the pearl white stone. The animals spiral up around one of the many towers, following the round shape up to the pointy roof. They scream as they dive down as one. Before they can repeat the process, half of themContinueContinue reading “The first”

Nadec ch 24: Stories and a slap

Previously: Nadec manages to free the gorwak because of her ancestry. The creature joins her to Blackie and Kitty. Blackie doesn’t trust the gorwak, but Nadec drinks herself into oblivion first. The day after, she tackles all her issue with renewed vigor. The gorwak appears to be a genuine source of connections. Read all theContinueContinue reading “Nadec ch 24: Stories and a slap”

Nadec ch 23: The ritual of drowning

Previously: The gorwak follows Nadec, after she refuses to talk about her emotions, until it bumps against the edge of the tree. It tells her that it’s trapped there, and urges her to come back with him to tell his story. He has rum. Read all the previous chapters here. * * * * *ContinueContinue reading “Nadec ch 23: The ritual of drowning”

Nadec ch 22: Rum and rainbows

Previously: Nadec walks away from Kitty and Blackie, under the guise of wanting to see if she recognised there environment, so she could pinpoint their location. She secretly wants to finds something else too. Her wanderings take her in to a peculiar tree grove. She recognises it as the mythical gorwak grove, in which sheContinueContinue reading “Nadec ch 22: Rum and rainbows”

Nadec ch 20: Voices

Previously: Blackie came back from waking the zlurp, landing on top of the ancient statue-piece. She ignored the humans and began eating the grass instead. This incited a deeper talk between Nadec and Wyny, in which Nadec talks about when she and Kitty found each other. Before Nadec can talk about being a red knight, Blackie fliesContinueContinue reading “Nadec ch 20: Voices”

The Last Kiss

Vampires are supposed to be immortal, awe-inspiring, grand and terrifying. That’s what the stories say. I can tell you with confidence, the stories lie. These past few days have been, without exaggeration, the worst of my life. I died. Then lived again. I’ve been trying to find my way back home. The sweet smell ofContinueContinue reading “The Last Kiss”

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