Pronunciation Key: 
Fey'dlyn ~ Fay-deh-Lynn

Ulvirice ~ Ool-veh-Reese

No'quelis ~ No-qwey-liss (City Name)

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First Chapter:
Phantasm ~ 1 ~ 1
Dust settled as the woman slid the twin daggers back in to their sheathes. Stalking across the now quiet battle field, fingers moved to brush strands of shinning hair away from her delicate face. It was surprising how much she didn't feel the cold on days like today. General Silvara absently reached a hand up to massage her shoulder only to feel cold, bony digits resting there instead. Crystal blues widened slightly in realization. She attempted to spin. To wrench herself free but only succeeded in adding to the momentum as the ghastly remnants of what was left of the man spun her into place. Too thin digits dug into the soft, supple flesh there. Ember-like eyes which were sunk deep into sockets stared down the rest of her will while pale, gray flesh stretched taught over a gaunt skull leaving his lips peeling back.
Swallowing hard as the nubs bit deeper into flesh, blood began trickling down her arms in tiny rivulets. She wasn't expecting this. His eyes scanned over he

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A shift in the winds - Prophecies ~4~4
A hand reached up to brush across his forehead and run through his chocolate colored hair which had the lightest dusting of gray. A warmth crossed over Silvara's features as she studied the man, laying in a sleep-like state. Standing she walked towards the pitcher and poured some of the water into the receiving bowl. Snatching up the small white cloth and plunging it into the water, she made her way back to sit by the his side and gently clean the face that so long ago was so much younger than hers.
"I dreamt of him today, Merikous. I dreamt of him and his rage." There was no answer from the body below her as her mind raced over the memory of the dream. And the waking pain. An ache in her voice bled through much like the nightmare had onto her flesh. "I'm sure you can tell how well that went."
Standing she went back to the pitcher, dipped the rag once more and began to wring it out. "The garden is growing well this year. You would have loved to have seen all the different

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Clean Blades ~ 6 ~ 6
       Dey'rin sat, one knee bent with boot on the counter top and the other leg hanging down. Using the diamond laced whet stone to care for his serpentine bladed kris knife, he tilted his head to examine the blade. His lip upturned under the black spider silk mask as he nodded to himself, satisfied with the work. Perfect and beyond a razor's edge.
       He'd had a dream the night before about a blade much like this one but with a channel carved down both sides which was disguised as elegant scroll work. It was done in a way so that the poison packed into the hilt would drift down and lace the blade perfectly and evenly but never drip. Just enough to to coat but not enough to give away that the blade had been laced. He had never seen one like it before and Dey'rin had seen more than his fair share of blades. Picking up the oiled cloth he began to stroke the blade in long slow motions. Deft fingers worked while rolling the though

Fey'dlyn, Ulvirice, Illyiva and No'quelis are my characters/OCs/City (Feyrin and Daid'lyn as well as these derivatives actually belong to and/or are influenced by my husband). Please do not use their likeness. If you like the names though, feel free to borrow them. There is nothing new under the sun!