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Lunar Song Chapter Eight: Quisling
Above them extended the ceiling of the throne room, its dark arches shadowed in the dim torchlight. The runner down the isle was a rich scarlet, muffling the footfalls of the Dark Knight and his companions as they approached the throne. Golden statues of serpentine dragons and willowy winged women flanked either side of the narrow pathway, a silent, gold gazed audience for the young man's approach.
He was reminded of another hall, one not quite so grand, stone walls haunted with flickering shadows cast by torchlight, a simple wooden throne resting at its head instead of a gold monstrosity. It was in that place that he had been stri
Lunar Song Chapter Seven: Heart Steeped in Dark
The Heart Stepped in Darkness
"-A very brave man," drifted a voice that Cecil did not recognize through the fog of his mind.
"I'm just glad he's alive," he heard Rosa breathe, her voice wavering with apprehension. "When I saw him hit the rock wall, I thought "
He stirred, but movement was extremely uncomfortable, and he was reminded of the monster. Though the pain in his arm was gone and his stomach only throbbed, he felt like he was on fire all over. Gasping, he opened his eyes to see his companions surrounding him, joined by the monk from before.
"Cecil!" Rosa, who was kneeling at his side, cast her arms about his neck; he flinched
Lunar Song Chapter Six: Ice and Fire
Ice and Fire
Cecil woke to light streaming through an open window and the sound of Edward's soft humming drifting from somewhere nearby. Opening his eyes fully, he sat up and stared at the bard-prince, who was sitting on the bed adjacent to him, lacing up a pair of traveler's boots.
"Did you sleep well, Cecil?" the blonde man asked, placing his hands on his knees and smiling; Cecil thought he seemed different than he had the day before, far more confident.
"What time is it?" the Dark Knight asked, rubbing the back of his head and turning his gaze to the spacious room about him. He noticed his tunic and boots strewn on the floor, but could
Lunar Song Chapter Five: The Sand Pearl
The Sand Pearl
All about them the city of Saffrom burned. Cecil had been to the city once before, as a boy of about eight years. His Highness had taken him along on a diplomatic visit to Damcyan, where he had encountered the royal family, the Muirs. Then, it had been a sparkling metropolis full of life. Beach white buildings extended to the ever-blue sky and the gold domed palace slept in the distance, keeping watch of the bustling desert city. Though it had been very hot, everyone was hard at work, their skin tan and care worn, their smiles bright and their laughter infectious.
Now, Saffrom lay in ruins at Cecil's feet, wails of despair ri
Lunar Song Chapter Four: Fire from Heaven
Fire from Heaven
Cecil had scarcely nodded off when he was jarred awake by the acute snapping of a twig and an utterance of surprise by Rydia. Frantically, he scuttled for his sword, but his muscles relaxed when he saw the girl splayed out on the ground, their scant pile of kindling scattered all about. It appeared she had only tripped.
"I didn't mean to wake you!" she exclaimed when she saw him sitting up, her eyebrows furrowed in concern.
The Dark Knight shook his head slowly and ran a hand through his hair, fighting off fatigue ", no, it's all right. We've already wasted a full day. I cannot afford to sleep any longer; Rosa's life depen
Lunar Song Chapter Three: Into the Darkness
Into the Darkness
He woke, and his first thoughts were numb as he struggled to sit. Reasonable thought had long since escaped him, and it was replaced by the most base of instinct. How long had he been unconscious? Where was he? What of his injuries? These were his very first thoughts, but as he came to himself he became aware of other things, such as Kain and the girl.
Suddenly panicking, he swiftly stood, only to sway and fall onto his buttocks, a wave of nausea threatening to overcome him. It took all of his self-control not to curse when he realized he'd suffered an ankle sprain, likely a very bad one, from the way it throbbed. He place
Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during c
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