Jagged Stones-Chapter 3A scream pierced the night like a knife. Emmor sat up, and listened. There it was again! He hurriedly pulled on breeches and boots. After glancing outside, he saw a woman being dragged--screaming--into the woods. Emmor got a dagger and his bow, and stumbled outside.
Some concerned men peeked out of their houses, the full moon gleamed off blades and tips; it bathed their faces in eerie half-light. One man struggled out of the door, much as he had done. He ran on to the woods. Emmor followed.
Dark prints in the wet soil pointed Emmor to the beast. He followed the, without thinking, and lost sight of the other man. Every now and then, a scream, followed by a growl, would break the almost dead silence. He could hear crying, which he thought was a good thing. It meant she was still alive. That also made him hope to kill the thing. It was evil, a monstrosity. Oh! But what a fast monstrosity! Soon he was gasping for air and his lungs burned. His muscles screamed in protest, but he just ran al
Jagged Stones-Chapter 2Kay heard it call to her. The song, so sweet, so beautiful. Her ears strained, but could not catch it. She swiftly got out of bed, yet she still couldn't hear it like she once did. Her heart pounded as her feet moved of their own accord, out of her house. It wasn't Kay moving, it was her heart, straining to fell the joy of the heart song. It consumed her, it became her. She wanted it to. She wanted the song, it would be hers! In a trance, she moved away from the houses and fields and was drawn ever closer to the looming tree line. Towards the heart song.
Into the dark woods Kay went. Her hands and feet got cut by thorns and briars, but she didn't feel it. If she did, it didn't matter. Only the song mattered. Only the song. She pushed back branches and leaves. Spiders crawled onto her hands, but did not bite her. They stayed on her, waiting, and feeling the thrum of the heart song as it coursed through her veins. She didn't think to brush them off. She didn't think about anything, not e
Jagged Stones-Chapter 1I awoke in the dark. Where was I? Oh yeah, safe in my room, thank god. I just had the worst nightmare. I pulled back the curtains around the bed and got dressed for the tough chores ahead. So far this generous village (Hentre) hasn't figured out my big secrete. I doubt that will last. It's not one of those things you can stuff under the bed. No, that would be too much. Instead, life has to go and be unfair, cursing me with this blight that- well, um, that would be bad if it got out into the open.
I pushed my chin length, brown hair behind my ear and pulled on my breeches. Here, I pose as a boy named Lain--to avoid rising suspicions. A fourteen year old girl close to marriage age, who's traveling alone is sure to attract unwanted eyes. Especially when she has not a belonging to be seen, other than clothing, sicko. But, in the world I live in--Taimin--it's quite common to see young nomad men. They wander through villages and towns with packs on
Prologue: Jagged StonesShe howled and howled, but still the pain would not go away. It wracked her fragile body in waves, and she writhed in agony as her nose shrunk and morphed into a muzzle. The hair on her body grew rapidly, until it covered her entirely; long, shaggy and brown. A mane of sorts formed around her elongated neck. As her muscles rippled and stretched under her skin, her arms and legs bent out of shape, and her bones broke apart and reformed. Her hands and feet developed soft pads and menacing claws, sharp enough to rip through skin and sinew. The ears changed into pointed, long things, more suited for a dogs head. A long strip of fur ran like a trickle down her spine. A magnificent tail sprouted from her rear. The transformation was complete.
Kay, if that was who she was now, howled again. This time, a mournful, eerie wolf song that betrayed her pain, and her fear. Then a trance broke over her and she panted heavily and started searching through the night for her first victim.
SenslessPush me down
watch me dead
from your graves
on your bed
The stars will kill
those who feel
the gentle whispers
and the chill
to tell the tale
of the knight
in chain mail
Run you cowards
foes who lie
i will leave you
knife in the back
dont feel pain
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