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Ter'Nik was walking to the cafeteria again. He was hungry and there was nothing at the barracks. He saw it was looking like it was about closed, but walked over and got a few things to take back. As he was, he saw a familiar figure lying on one of the couches by the stairs to the monorail. He walked over and knelt down. It was Niterrel. "Hey," he said. "What're you doing here?"
She moaned lightly and opened an eye, "I have a roommate."
"Want to take a guess who?"
He was tired and shook his head.
"Well, let's just say she's a mutual acquaintance. One that I particularly dislike."
His eyes widened a little. "The Siren?" Ter'Nik shook his head. "No... You're kidding."
"I wish I were. I thought it was okay when I went back to the room and she was in bed alone." She scrunched her eyes shut as if trying to block something out, "Boy was I wrong."
"She had someone over?!"
Death Searcher Part3
The night passed uneventfully with the two of them taking refuge in some sort of burnt out vehicle. Or at least, that was all Yerunan could figure out that it was. Ariet called it a 'tank', but unfortunately that meant nothing to him. It was, however, a place to stay, and for that he was grateful. Or at least he was happy that he wasn't spending the night outside. There was the stench of something in the air; it was a something he couldn't identify, but it churned his stomach and made him thankful that he lived in a world that was at least marginally sane when compared to this one.
Ariet, for her part, was doing her best not to antagonize him any more than she already had. The heavy silence this created was in itself annoying; Yerunan could tell she was just dying to talk to him about something, or more likely, several somethings. And actually, it would probably be important in the morning. Right no
Death Searcher Part2
After what seemed like forever, Yerunan stopped in the middle of a path, signaling to Ariet that she should do the same.
"Why are we stopping here?" she asked, in a hushed whisper, wary that there might be another corrupted spirit headed their way.
"The trail stops here." He replied. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate, looking at other nearby paths to see if any of the spirits had jumped. He opened his eyes, "This is the end of it."
"How can you be sure?" Ariet asked, "I remember vaguely changing paths before you saved me, are you sure that the trail doesn't just continue somewhere else?"
"I'm positive," He replied. "Though you probably can't see it, there is an open door to the living world here, and it reeks of corruption."
"Still, he could be sending them through from multiple points, you know."
"So he could, but there is another reason that I know this is the place," He paused, "I can smell the death magic from the shell you inha
Death Searcher part1
Death touches all worlds, and through death all are connected. This is probably one of the last and greatest secrets that were taught to the necromancers of old (old being a relative term of course). The existence of other worlds is one of the most closely guarded secrets of all time. In fact, the necromancers were told on the condition that they would only travel to these other worlds under the direst of circumstances, and even then, they were not to let anyone know of the existence of their own world, or the secret to their method of travel.
For many years this commandment was not a problem for the necromancers of Abintra. Few had a fascination with the affairs of other worlds, and even fewer had the time to pursue such interests. It was only when the dead of the other worlds started coming through to our own world that we started to wonder what was on the other side.
"Mother of demons," Yerunan cursed un
The Widow's Sonnet
Today you touched my soul, though you are gone
Your piercing gaze still won't leave me alone
And though your years sans life have been so long
You watch me nightly from the great unknown
Why do you haunt me in this lonely night?
Why do you torment so my poor, lost soul?
You shall leave with the coming of the light.
So let not heartache be your true some goal
Though long the years, for you I still do care
Of you I'll think, but shall not pine
But absent not the love we still do share
And in the end our love togeth'r shall shine
Until that time, my love, please do you wait
For you are gone before, and I am late
The Widow's Sonnet
AerosolIt has been a day and a half since the crash, and I have found a cabin. In some ways, this is a relief. I don’t know if I could face another night on the mountain without shelter. Outside, a fire does no good: the heat simply travels upwards. However, this place also raises some difficult questions. I estimate that I’ve put eight miles between myself and the crash site. I don’t know if this will be enough. It Saving...
occurs to me that I don’t really know anything.
The survival manual recommends staying with the plane. It explains that this affords the best chance of rescue. It explains that the wreckage offers warmth and shade. It explains that seventy percent of pilots who stay are located within three days, while seventy percent of those who leave are
Stuck The car sputtered and shook as it came to an almost silent stop. The engine had gone silent as the horn beeped loudly through the dark night. The orange gas light blinked mockingly at the woman behind the wheel. It was making fun of her; she knew it was making fun of her. Grabbing the black cellular phone on the passenger seat, she looked at it with full intention of calling somebody to come help her.
“Oh, what the hell?!”
The “no service” sign was mocking her at the same exact time. The horn beeped loudly as she slammed her head against it once again. The day was out to get her in general. She had arrived at all her classes late, and her son was sick with the flu. The babysitter was able to watch him as she went to her late night classes. Giving a heavy sigh, she lifted her head off the wheel to look out the window. Drops of water pooled on the windshield as rain started to fall in a pitter-patter pattern. She didn’t quite understand the message th
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