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Sign of the Maker 12 - FINALE
So it had come to this. All of the tears, patience, words and hopes. It had all come down to a few brief moments in time that would change the world.
A judder of the earth beneath them.
A red beam of light, piercing the heavens and parting the swirling clouds.
A silence; one that hung heavy and thick like foam atop the peak of a wave just before the crash.
A resounding explosion that would haunt those within earshot of it for the rest of their days.
And an awful, awful silence.
It was broken by a breathy exclamation from Meredith, but Sebastian's ears didn't, wouldn't, hear her. They didn't care what she had to say. They didn't care what anyone had to say any more.
The tanned arms that circled his chest from behind had been the only things stopping him from hurtling towards the eery red flames and into the jaws of oblivion as the ground had shaken. He would gladly go there if it meant he could bring Elthina back from it.
"And just how is you running in there going to help an
Sign of the Maker part eleven
Sign of the Maker chapter 11
Sebastian Vael's feet pounded the cobbles of Kirkwall as he tore through the busy streets and towards where he hoped he would find Anders. This couldn't be happening, couldn't be happening. After the headway he had made recently in speaking to the Grand Cleric, in working towards an understanding with the apostate had it really all been torn apart by a simple choice from a man he idolised as a hero and role model? A man who had given Sebastian's own life a purpose once more?
Sebastian's mind was, as ever, cleft in two. That part of him that was the Prince of Starkhaven held deep admiration for Alistair's tactical planning and for the support he was drawing to his cause. His campaign made perfect sense, his choices was solid, and Sebastian was proud to play his part; his heart swelling for the man even as he saw how these games of politics tortured him. But the other part of him, that part that was priest and friend, that part that believed peace could
LithiumA single trickling rain drop
Like gossamer silk strands
Gliding along my third eye
Whispers wind's secret caress
I exhale. Lungs releasing-
Pressing translucent memories;
Fragment of a fragment
As water kisses rose petal,
Drifting down stream's curtain
Pretty little curtain.
Where the wizard lies.
He smiles up at me
With his monocled brow-
Sipping on warm tea
And fingers quacking casually
To the rhythm of his notes
This is a safe-zone. Free-zone.
Innocent eyes sparkle,
Imploring it to be true. I breathe.
Red Letter Day - Prologue
So here I am, writing.
I’m writing, I’m writing – just as you told me to.
I’m writing, I’m writing, I’m writing.
Have you ever noticed that when the sun goes down, this flat changes? It does. The walls are white during the day and lingering brown at night. During the day, I’m with you and the light from outside paints the walls that heavenly color. But when that sun goes down, the demons wake and I’m alone again, even though you’re just a room away.
Somehow it seems less threatening tonight, and I think it’s because you’ve given me an assignment to try and fight off the darkness. You gave me a stack of papers and a pen and told me to write everything that comes to mind.
It’s a strange feeling to have complete freedom. These empty pages are mine to do whatever I please – I could even wipe my ass with them – but they’re also terribly intimidating. The blank page has always been a nemesis of man. It&
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