Strangers in a fey court, three heroes are told to look into a pool of truth, thus proving their intentions.
One has visions of mighty battles and hard decisions yet to come. The fey court nods and gesture another hero forwards.
Another sees a stained red sky and blood soaked fields. His child riding his dragon against a great demon foe. The court nods again.
The final hero moves with trepidation, gazing into the pool. She looks in and sees fear. It reaches out, grabbing her by the throat! The fey unsheathe their weapons, " So, you have chosen... death!"
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Falcon
Family is everything to me, I do this in the hope I can one day to support them. You'll find short stories and tantalizing prologues. Sickly dark humour and honest realism. A wannabe writer testing the waters.
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181 Keeping Watch
Each day she watched through her window. Watched? Perhaps an exaggeration: a monochromatic nuclear aftermath remaining of the world, blurring into a blindness--loss of contrast and depth of field. Achromatic aberrations displayed a waste-scape stratified in grays.
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