Greatercandle
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Shavi
The chronometer on the wall read 75625.4. It didn’t mean much in space, but where she had grown up, it would have barely been morning during the harvest festival. Here on Alhena Station, it had been weeks since she had seen anything outside of those harsh fluorescents that covered the lower deck in a sickly green and yellow hue. The smell of smoke and burning filth brought her back to her senses as the thrum of the foundries refined more and more dilithum from nearby asteroids to fuel their ship designs, Shavi rose to her feet wiping caked on blood from her young lips gingerly avoiding a bruise just starting to heal where many others had been before. She stood defiantly against the petty officer in charge of her designation.
By Greatercandle2 years ago in Fiction
Pandoran
Reminiscence Chalim was old, but his eyes were much older. Each wrinkle in his valleyed face held a story. experienced much at the end of the third age and the beginning of the fourth. He recently gave up his partisan spear, a loyal guard to the King for nearly eighty-eight years now. His ability with a weapon was no longer a measure of significance but then again, he hadn’t ever been much of a soldier as much as he was living history, he was one of the only remaining heroes left to tell the tale.
By Greatercandle2 years ago in Fiction