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Good at something

Posted in The Unbroken City by erdaron on June 27, 2012

The young prince was hesitant and unsure of himself. The approaching dawn, and the battle it was sure to bring, weighed on him. It felt surreal. He dumbly stared at his armor and sword.

“How are you … at this?” He awkwardly asked the old soldier next to him. The warrior was quiet, methodically going through and checking his equipment. The silence pressed on the prince more than the imminent violence.

“This is what I do.”

“Do you mean, this is what you do best?”

This made the soldier pause. He looked up and stared off for a moment.

“Can’t say. Haven’t done much else.”


The king is dead

Posted in The Unbroken City by erdaron on November 26, 2011

“The king is dead,” said the messenger. The words laid heavily among the soldiers, but they all expected the death and so no one was surprised. They gave the messenger a brief look and then turned their gaze back toward the enemy across the field. Someone handed the messenger a shield and a sword. He accepted without a word.

The Captain surveyed the line of monsters. They knew of the king’s death. Their standards were rising; their horns were howling. He drew his sword, squinted, and scowled.

“He won’t be the only one,” and stepped forward.

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With Shade

Posted in The Unbroken City by erdaron on February 19, 2011

A presence stirred in the corners of the room. The king froze mid-stride, fingers dropping near the grip of the sword, eyes quickly scanning the space. Nothing was out of place, but the two in the room were experienced hunters.

“Shade,” the king said finally.

“Your highness,” the corners obliged in a whisper.

“If you had a heart I’d run my sword through it.”

“A lot of good that’ll do you.”

A pause. The king relaxed a little bit, straightened up, but rested the hand on the weapon’s hilt.

“What do you want?” He finally inquired.

“I was going to offer you some help. It’s quite a pot you’re stirring.”

“Don’t need your help, Shade. It’s your kind that’s on the other side of the line.”

“I don’t pick sides, king. I just want to be entertained by end of the world.”

“You should leave.”

“Fine. Fine. By the way, your champion is returning. Though it won’t be a sweet homecoming. He is coming to kill you. Thought you’d like to know.”