High-fantasy
CW: Prisoners being trafficked, manipulation, fire, bees, mild strangling, stereotypes, discrimination of a minority, self-depreciation
“Time to get up.”
My eyes shot open when I heard Dowrin’s voice and sighed. My hope the day before had been a dream shattered. I touched the cloth on my face, mentally grumbling when I couldn’t take it off. I sat up and narrowed glared at the Elf.
Read MoreFreda hadn’t exaggerated that my supplies would only suffice until I reached the nearest settlement. Even with smart rationing, I had eaten my last scraps of food as I approached the city. I had been more frugal with my kabettle milk than was healthy, but it was better than risking having none in an emergency. A lesson I didn’t need to learn more than once.
Read MoreI held my bag close to me as I made my way to the trader’s tent and tried to ignore the camp’s permanent residents as they glared at me with suspicion. I thought they would calm down after traveling with them for several cycles, but it felt like some were growing more restless the longer I stayed. Their worries were understandable, but that didn’t make them fair. I hadn’t harmed them or their homes.
Yet.
Read MoreWhen the world was first created, everything organic and inorganic alike, contained Magic. Not everything could actively use that Magic, but not a single thing in the world was without a touch of the divine. The Gods who ruled the world became bored, so decided they would each pick favored creations to give a greater Magic: the Magic of consciousness.
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