Weeping in the Willows

The child sits at the base of the tree, silently weeping. Her arms are crossed over her upraised knees, her face buried in her arms. Tears fall from her cheeks, staining her pants and the soil on which she sits. A few even land on the tree roots. A gentle touch on her...

A Warm Glow

This entry is part 16 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeOrthael watched the child raise her weapon to point at him, felt the Judgement shiver slightly in recognition. Through it, the All-Consumer whispered of times long past, when demigods and archangels had come to...

Flames of the Fire

This entry is part 18 of 35 in the series The Rusted Blade“Orthael!” she spat. “Protector of life, servant of the All-Consumer.” Her voice dripped disdain. “Summoned by a local parish, no doubt.” Orthael nodded. “To protect...

An Introduction and a Challenge

This entry is part 17 of 35 in the series The Rusted Blade“I ask you again,” Malika said. “Who be you, and how be it you come to be here, just at this very moment? Be you a final test, holy man or not, to confirm my resolve, to baptize me in the fire...

Of the Dark, Of the Light

This entry is part 15 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeMalika brought Morduth up so it pointed at the newcomer. Blue flame flared up bright and tall along the blade’s length, spilling over the hilt and onto her hand and wrist. She didn’t notice. All her...

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