He had noticed him when the men dragged him into his father’s halls.

A ragged-looking man dressed in black and leather, an empty hilt hanging from his waist and a quiver on his back with no arrows. He wore a cloak with a hood which covered his face and fine leather boots which were well-made for man’s work. Decorated in few adornments, with only a ( Read more... )

Allen had known Richard was dying as soon as he had seen him; it was only now that he was having it confirmed.

Touching his brother’s leg with careful, shaking fingers, he frowned when the warmth filled his palm but refused to go through to Richard’s skin; as if his brother were repelling their father’s gift. After trying three times, Allen swore to ( Read more... )

“We’re meeting Dustin here.”

Allen turned towards his escort, taking in the man’s serious face, auburn hair, and wide brown eyes, before nodding and sitting down on a log nearby the stream. He tipped his flask into the water, letting it fill up with water before taking a drink, closing his eyes and sighing tiredly.

He had been walking nonstop since ( Read more... )

The next morning, Allen was shaken awake by Aiden. He sat up groggily, rubbing at his eyes and stretching his back as he tried to get rid of kinks and sores that had developed overnight, before turning to the man in red.

He stared.

Sitting at the table, eating what looked to be fresh bread and nodding towards Aiden, was a man Allen had only ever seen ( Read more... )

Allen had never been so far out into the woods in his life.

He had run out of bread and cheese two weeks before, and was now living off of the berries and mushrooms that he could find. If he were very lucky, he would catch a fish and he could cook that over a small fire, eating it quickly so that he would not attract the attention of the more ( Read more... )

Once upon a time, there was a prosperous kingdom.

This kingdom made its wealth from the production of magical artefacts; from crystal balls to tea cups that would whisper your future if you drank tea from them. The most famous of these magical artefacts were the magic mirrors.

The magic mirrors could do a number of things, depending on the magic used ( Read more... )

He had first heard about the war when his father told him he was enlisted.

Staring at the green uniform with a bland expression, Allen Townsend reached out with hands that twitched to run his fingertips over the jacket’s coarse material. A silk-lined hat sat on his desk, along with a belt and a shining silver sword he had only ever held in practice ( Read more... )

So…holy fuck, I’m done. 8|
Uh. Some notes? 8V

Q: So Heather, what’s up with the narration at the end and then the letter?
A: So metaphorical reader, let me tell you about - /shot.
Basically the story behind that was first: I was struggling to find an appropriate ending. Seriously. Ask Angel or Rico, they got me crawling up to them like ‘how does one ( Read more... )

Zebediah woke up around noon, the light hitting him right in the eyes and the warmth of Allen Townsend against his side practically dragging him back to sleep.

Turning to press a kiss against the sleeping man’s head, he inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of fading rain water, the cologne Allen had worn the previous evening and something so ( Read more... )

Allen met with Rachel outside of the diner at the exact time they had agreed on, Rachel grabbing onto his hand and dragging him down the street towards the theatre. There they met Zebediah, standing out in a dark suit and hat tipped down as far as it would go before it looked ridiculous, hiding his features from the people around them.

“I see Rach ( Read more... )