La Danse Macabre: Chapter III.La Danse MacabreLa Danse Macabre: Chapter III.
Chapter III: It's been lovely
As I descended the stairs to the main hall I listened to a very loud argument, of which I remember nothing but the general idea and the Old Man's voice, which steadily climbed to shriek with every other word. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself as I walked.
I entered the hall just in time to see Retzer, otherwise known by the appropriate title 'The Advisor', trying to hold back the Old Man as he clawed for the throat of Selidan, the captain of the guard. They were both flushed, while in contrast the Captain looked very pale.
I st
Over the FenceOver the FenceOver the Fence
It was a very dark night in the forest. The human shadows were moving about the clearing. "Look!" The taller one suddenly pointed at the sky, "The moon! It's disappearing!"
The other ones responded in various sounds of awe, gaping. But not all of them did. By the sound of it, the cowled one went on rummaging through the luggage.
"Wah, it's almost gone now!" cried the shorter one, holding fast to the younger woman. "What will happen when it disappears? What if... if it won't be back?"
Some gasps could be heard.
A few more moments passed, and a dry chuc
La Danse Macabre: Chapter II.La Danse MacabreLa Danse Macabre: Chapter II.
Chapter II: Because of the storm
"Why the hells are you here?" Asked my brother in a dangerously low voice.
One needn't be a great diplomat to distinct the tones in Anthel's voice, really. There were only two of them. A quiet hiss he used in his most foul moods, and a cheerful roar on all other occasions. I found both to be exasperating, but preferred the first one. I hate noise.
"I said why the fuck are you here?" Anthel repeated, this time emphasizing his brotherly love with a hearty kick at my bathtub.
Nothing new here either, I just wished at least
La Danse Macabre: I. OpeningLa Danse MacabreLa Danse Macabre: I. Opening
(Nothing to worry about. It all’s just a bad dream I'll never wake up from.)
Chapter I: Opening
That night I sat hunched on the roof, staring down, like a bloody gargoyle. The rain poured down steadily, stoning me with cold heavy raindrops. I felt the water's weight upon my shoulders, and thought it to be quite curious.
The human arrogance, just as it's ignorance, knows no boundaries. I belong to a family of clowns who bore the name Windhost for generations. Did it help me then, when the same damn wind crept through every crevice, injecting f
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