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Apple Pie #12. Ancestors with Butterscotch, Sprinkles, and Pocky
Story : knights & necromancers
Rating : G
Timeframe : not really important - a long time ago
Word Count : 100
I had thought this prompt should be something involving the epic adventures of Kinu's son but I have enough massive pieces started at the moment, I really don't need another. And Apple Pie is sooo close to done.
A walk might clear the voice from his head, or so he told himself.
The sky was clear, the moon was bright, and he soon found himself halfway across the orchard. And that’s where he stopped short.
Right there, in the middle of the trees - where he swore that afternoon there had been trees - was a round, squat stone building. Thick vines wound their way up the walls as if the thing had been there for years.
At the edge of the trees, a barefooted, pajama clad boy rubbed a fist across his eyes. He’d thought hearing voices was bad.
Story : knights & necromancers
Rating : G
Timeframe : not really important - a long time ago
Word Count : 100
I had thought this prompt should be something involving the epic adventures of Kinu's son but I have enough massive pieces started at the moment, I really don't need another. And Apple Pie is sooo close to done.
A walk might clear the voice from his head, or so he told himself.
The sky was clear, the moon was bright, and he soon found himself halfway across the orchard. And that’s where he stopped short.
Right there, in the middle of the trees - where he swore that afternoon there had been trees - was a round, squat stone building. Thick vines wound their way up the walls as if the thing had been there for years.
At the edge of the trees, a barefooted, pajama clad boy rubbed a fist across his eyes. He’d thought hearing voices was bad.