Short Story

“We aren’t doing so good man, we miss Veronica so much. I blame myself for her death,” I say to the guys.

Prince Oberyn spoke up from behind him, his voice filled with anger. “A sister for a sister, I guess we are even now my

"Then let's not stay here for long, because now they know we are here." Says Corvo as he draws his sword.

“What?” William shouts. “We need to help out these traders! Without us, they don’t stand a chance!”

her fingers. She bit her lip to stop it quivering and stole a quick glance at her

“Teach me and you will see that we have changed. I will kill and you will have your share.”

“Don’t be an ass,” she sighed before taking a long pull of the bourbon. A biting sweetness bathed her tongue, and when she swallowed, it cut a fiery path down her throat before spreading a relaxing warmth through her limbs. Maybe their choice of food was crap, but the bourbon was quite fine. “And, thank you for the complement. But, I don’t think Viktor see anyone other than himself as dangerous.”

“I will play a great part too, if war ever comes to our land,” he says then, a knowing smirk toying at his lips. “The greatest, in fact.”

Bethany touched her friend on the shoulder and teleported them directly to the room where the coronation was to take place.

“I fell,” Madge answers through gritted teeth, clutching her calf tightly as she blinks out tears from her eyes as quickly as she can. It was just her luck that she’d fall off the wall like a complete idiot right after being told to quit. Maybe the odds really weren’t in her favor.

I made a vow to shield you from all your enemies, no matter if they were my friend or foe.

“Umm, so I have to defend a kingdom… and I need to fight the barbarians of the west, and I was wondering, since you are so strong, if you could teach me how to fight them.”

Through her hysterical sobs, she’d told Maxen that she would disclose their secret to Vaughan and Rignuth. She sensed they’d always known the truth, but since she needed their help more than ever, she did not want to hold back anything. There was no point.

1. The house was set in the middle of a field or at least what used to be a field. As I walked into the house, I could smell rot all around me. I could feel the chill of the house creeping into my bones-I could almost taste it. To my left was a broken table, with a dusty old vase next to it. In front of me were some stairs. I walked up those stairs, and with each step I could hear the stairs creak beneath me, just waiting for a chance to snap. I looked up when I got to the top, and in front of me was a room that seemed to be an old kitchen, to my left a bedroom, and to my right a small closet. I entered the kitchen. In the shelves were a few old food cans. There were a sink and a table. Nothing much to see in there. I walked into the

The smattering of rain on the roof overhead calms me, beating out an irregular rhythm like an anxious child unconsciously tapping his foot. The dim glow of my phone screen washes over me as I wait for the light to return, cut off by the flash flood inducing rain. I look around, and sigh; yet again, the lights on the ceiling are blank, leaving me with nothing to shield myself from the impending darkness.