Short Story

"Are you going to continue your watch on him?" Athena ask as she catches up to her side.

"I only wish it were pleasure." Lord Guardian O'Dell's voice wavered. "My brother is at it again."

"You can just call me Craven. I've been a knight for a few years now." answered the

“Are you finding anything?” Castle asked as he searched the papers for any sign that something changed in Amy Dehner’s life. “‘Cause so far all I’ve figured out is she went to the same coffee shop almost everyday around eight o’clock.”

“Thank you for the invitation, however, I came to return this to you.” He pulled the bag of coins from his pocket and placed it on the desk.

Joan handed him a small hand mirror. “It’s better, and you’ll be able to breathe through it, but I’m sorry to say it’ll never sit perfectly straight again. But how many men can brag they’ve been punched in the face by a king and lived to talk about it?”

“Same Faber as always,” muttered Montag, glancing towards Clarisse, who sat there staring into space. “You’re still here?” Montag looks at her.

Addison worked her lips back and forth, one over the other, and then swallowed. “It goes without saying that I might need guidance since I’ve never—”

The pitiful thing was sodden. So, despite the incredulous look he received from his charge, he folded it and draped it over his arm. "Listen. I'm your bodyguard, and while I'm sure you think you can take care of yourself, many people would take advantage of such a young and…” he trailed off, pausing for him to press his now thin lips together before he spoke, “Some would say even a lovely prince. Do you want to end up auctioned off to some pervert in the underground market?" he asked, his tone irritated but still engraved with a hint of worry.

She takes the second card of the pile, revealing the fool. "A free spirit," she flips the final card, revealing the nine of swords, but upside down, "but caged. What caged you young lady?"

“It's just another game,” Luke breathes out, knuckles white with the tight grip on the sink. He stares at himself in the mirror, and repeats, voice a little steadier and louder: “It's just another game.”

“True.” Emil then pauses and looks at the three siblings. “The three of you look like you're going to Antlo’s wedding. Lloyd the father, Bara the maid of honor, Antlo the bride obviously.”

“You will be” Ian pulled out a pair of scissors he hid in his pocket, and stabbed it into Cherlotte’s

“I will tell you what I can,” Rinka called out to the men while placing her hand on Thusnelda’s. “But have faith in Arminius . . . I’m sure he’ll return shortly to explain everything.”

" Nothing that interests you." Nick says stuttering deathly terrified of Jason. " Do you want me to go over there and get it or are you going to bring it here?" Jason says starting to walk over and grab the journal right out of Nick's hands. "Give that back Jason!" He says yelling at Jason starting to stand up trying to stand up to him. " What do you think you are doing?" He asks standing up even taller in the room scaring him. Nick sinks back down into his seat and stares at Jason that was about to pound him for standing up to him. Jason starts to raise his fist and drops the journal, right before he could pound Nick to a pulp the teacher walked into the classroom and sat at her desk. Nick grabbed