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My Norse jars through the blizzard. Last century, my words were softer, not so alien to my own ears and tongue. The night howls around me, insulating me from any suicidal hikers or locals on the trail.

The clump of ancient firs is the only peaceful place now.

As if the squalls know not to disturb the place. The red markings on the trees and the snow steam.

I call out the sentinel, curious what form it’ll assume. Continue reading “Back Home”

Father Tyto

Father Tyto

A Chuck Wending – Friday Flash Fiction prompt – Who the fuck is my D & D character?

“POMPOUS TIEFLING CLERIC FROM A FALLEN KINGDOM WHO CONSTANTLY PLACES THEMSELVES IN DANGER JUST TO PROVE A POINT”

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“Get off!” The cleric snarled at the miserable heap lying across his legs.

The dead weight of the man and some middle sized rocks on top of him was uncomfortable. This moron ruined his cape! This was not how he had planned it. The wand went to pieces too… He pushed the human off of his legs and spat. The  longest sharpest piece of the stab had to serve for protection. Maybe there was enough magic left in it.

The dragon above them was raging on. Her screams echoed in the tunnels of the abandoned mine. She was overdoing it, in his opinion. But dragons were little famous for their decency or well behaving. This one had definitely anger issues. Mommy was missing one tiny precious egg, but she had hundreds of them! Continue reading “Father Tyto”