Monday, January 21, 2013


Wrists grasped firmly, I pushed Nate against the cavern wall, leaving my back exposed. I’d die before letting him be taken again. He scratched at me – all the better for my plans. Blood mingled, I chanted, fast and low:

Golden oak to ward and hold
Raven waken mind and soul
Stones for history shared in faith
Cross recall all promises made
Swords to sever bindings new
Woven five between us two

Eccentric symbols passed from me to him, overlaid, inlaid, setting him free.

The creature’s scream severed our connection, as I had hers. Fury unbound, I turned to face her.


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