Week 11: Thirst

Ilona looked up into the dark sky, the only light being moonlight. It was a full moon, the world’s only natural satellite a pure white, complete circle. Read more



Eiran’s eyes widened when Auria grabbed his neck with one hand and positioned her elven lance Faith’s Skewer a few inches away from his neck. The tip lightly touched the area where his Adam’s apple was. Her black hair fell forwards and slightly covered her face, but her possessed black eyes were easily shown from behind the thicket of hair.

Even though he knew that this was not of Auria’s own will, Eiran still found the sorceress terrifying in this state.

“Give me a reason not to run you through with this lance right now.” Auria hissed in an inhumane-like voice. Read more