Chapter 1 A Time of Healing This story is a work of fiction. All resemblance to people or places is purely coincidence. Thanks to DesertPirate for his assistance. * I woke up in a strange room feeling dizzy and weak. I didn't know how I got here and I was rather disoriented. It was rather disconcerting since the last thing I remembered was a battle. I...
Chapter 1 Ariana watched her son as they gathered fruit in the warm autumn sun. Summer was ending, but the Deity had seen fit to bless them with a last spell of fine weather before the inevitable chill set in. Abiron was a fine looking lad, she had to admit. No, not a lad, anymore, or not for long. He was of medium height, medium weight, but he was lithe...
The Lost Lord Ch. 27 - A Dramatic Finale "Hum... Now that we're actually doing this, it is kind of hard to start." "Yea, when it comes to encounters like these, I never like being in the initiative." "..." "..." "As expected of this place." "Yea, I've seemed to notice that ever since I came to this place, that conversations among demons of Lust seem to...
The next evening Abby drove to Gallow Farm for her dancing lesson. Sam and Mavis had prepared for this by shifting the furniture in their Lounge back against the walls to leave enough space to dance. Sam had opened up what he was proud to call the Radiogram, a huge piece of furniture, with large speakers either end and in the middle under an opening lid ther...
{Part One, the Second Survivor} Born amongst the Uchiha Clan to the Legendary Lord Zaskuare Uchiha, an Immortal, who was the Only Son of Izuna Uchiha and the Younger Sister of Hashirama Senju, After your father's dissappearance the Third Hokage and your Maternal Uncle Kakashi Hatake Struck a deal with the Fourth Kazekage, Lord Rasa, to send you to the Hidden...
Chapter 1 -- An Arrow Astray "Verily, these are dark times... the tension pervading these lands is reaching a breaking point. All appears to be progressing in the manner it should... yet I fear something to be not as it seems. Yes... if history continues on its current trajectory, it may be irreparably damaged in the end. It is time. I can no longer maintai...
Rain soaked the dry land for days. Everything was gray and brown—gray sky, mud under-foot that quickly covered all it touched. Peasants danced in the streets, mindless of their drenched rags, for life had come in gentle sheets at the last possible moment, thwarting a disastrous season. In the small castle, glasses tinked together in celebration of the good...
Myron hurried up the tower's stone steps as fast as he could with the back pack weighing him down. The fact the his drab uniform was a little over-sized on him wasn't helping either, but they had told him that it was the closest thing that they had in his size. Pushing up his glasses, he saw that he still had a ways to go to the top, so he took a deep breath...
My country was finally in a time of peace and tranquility. At just twenty years of age I had already named me as my father's most trusted advisor due my role in the Autumn-time War. This role spared me from an arranged marriage to a Prince in another kingdom; I was far more useful in the Throne room advising the King. Farmers who had taken up arms returned...
Prologue THE LAST STAND This story is a work of fiction. All resemblance to people or places is purely coincidence. Thanks to DesertPirate for his assistance. Through the dark he rode. The path down the pass was narrow to the bottom where it came out of the ancient forest to a small castle. He held is side where he had been hit by an arrow. He knew tha...