Goblet of Mercy
The Kept Promise
They picked me out of a bunch, took me in, gave me a home. They spoke of pristine promises and light without the flame. I forged their every move, worshiped them, drained for them. I did as much as my human flesh could endure. As I laid upon my king's lap, tired and brittle, I drank from the goblet of mercy. The next day I am to be destined as more than this vessel; I am to be a queen.
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Ashley Wrigley
In a world where one almost feels pushed out of place, writing gives people a way to connect through readable thought. This is where I find my satisfaction. I prefer writing fictional stories; however, I also enjoy unraveling deep truths.
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