All That GlittersChapter 1 – The First Meeting
He came upon the meadow one night. The winds of Time had swept him up in the moment of Now and he mourned as Then passed him by. He embodied everything and nothing, a wisp of freedom bound by the chains of the inevitable. He danced through the glades of stars and only paused as he chanced to see a maiden below. The pale light of his sister, the Moon, shone down on the maiden’s dark locks and made them shine with an ethereal glow. Of course, he knew that to be fanciful thoughts speaking, her light came not from his sister, but he noted it all the same.
'She cannot be more than twenty,' he mused as he stepped down from his starry path and into the meadow she honored. He knew her age to be a lie, a pretty picture painted for those who lived on this small globe of a world. Much as he hide the darkness that surrounded him, she hid the glory of her being. Yet it surprised him not that she chose this form to portray. The whispers of the Seasons resona
The Dark Days of BeforeChapter 1 – The Volturi
If asked to choose a word to describe this new world Aro knows he would pick 'young'. America is still in her infancy. Everything about her exudes the excitement of the unexplored, the untamed. The trees are great towers, fresh into their growth, so much like their great cousins in Europe. The animals are plenty, almost tripping over themselves in their eagerness to be caught. Even the long rivers rush by undisturbed by the new conquerors.
So much untapped potential.
He wishes he were here on more pleasant business, this America would be interesting to cultivate, but a monarchy isn't run by niceties alone. Duty comes first. Caius calls them 'Enemies of the Empire'. Aro doesn't give them such an ostentatious title. No, he labels them as they are, annoyances. Ones to be dealt with swiftly of course, ere others think the Volturi vulnerable, but nothing so grand as an enemy. He hasn't had one of those since the Vikings. A pity really. H
Wings in the Battlefield - Chapter 1 (Winglock)The trembling man in front of John didn’t seem like the stuff of nightmares. Oh, he was imposing, to be sure, but not terrifying. More offsetting, if anything. And he certainly didn’t seem like he wanted to drink his blood or tear him limb from limb as John’s comrades had said. Well…his claws were digging into his collarbone– enough so that John could feel blood running down his shoulder slowly – and there was a knife being held at his throat – that too was drawing a bit of blood – but the look in Unsub 052’s eyes didn’t reflect a malicious desire to kill. More like a frantic wish to live.
The poor guy looked ready to cut and run. He kept leaning in, as if to finish the job and slit John’s throat wide, and then pulling back a bit with a hesitant tenseness in his shoulders. He eyes darted from John to the dark buildings around them at a rapid pace. Too thin, scared stiff, and smelling suspiciously as if he hadn’t wa
(Book 1) Seeds of Treachery - Chapter 2
Chapter 2 - A Nalta?
The holographic video froze and Jaeden risked a glance across the table at his partner, Vialle. Nothing but flat, blue eyes greeted him in return. Did that mean she agreed? Or was just indifferent? He stifled a sigh. Without a doubt the latter, knowing the blonde as he did.
'Would it kill you to have an opinion? 'Maybe he was being too hard on her. They had, after all, only been a team for a few months. Hardly enough time to be comfortable with each other. He focused back on General Igate. “Is the nalta still alive, sir?”
“Better than alive, fully healed.”
Jaeden’s mind went blank for several seconds, denying the ridiculous sentence, before going overtime. He’d read the report on the nalta’s wounds; fractured ribs, multiple deep bruising, and a collapsed lung. Were the medical fields that advanced now? They hadn’t been last time he checked. Newly tested meds? Perhaps, but s
(Book 1) Seeds of Treachery - Chapter 1
Chapter 1 - As Planned
Outgoing Message: Assassination complete.
Gunfire blasts screeched through the evening and echoed against the metal houses. Blue lightning leapt through the air towards him as Ahlir flew around a corner. A soldier jumped from hovercar onto the roof before him, powergun blazing. Ahlir bent and slid on his knees across the copper tiles of the roof, arching backwards to dodge the shot. He snapped up again and sped forward, his katana severing the human’s life-force with a quick flick of his wrist.
The sensors in his helmet displayed colorful warnings as attacks continued from above and below. His breath grew loud in his ears as more gunfire roared by, this time from both sides. It was more opposition than he’d expected.
'Not taking any chances, are you?'
He leapt onto the roof of another apartment building and withdrew a scrambling bug from his side pouch. Grey with blue stripes, it resembled a curled beetle wh
An Unexpected Twist (Hobbit AU)Chapter 1 - The Enemy
“Not forgiving is like drinking rat poison and then waiting for the rat to die.”
― Anne Lamott
They would’ve missed the orcs encampment if Ori hadn’t stumbled over a rock and fallen down the bluff’s edge, breaking through the carefully placed foliage of branches at the bottom. As it was, Ori did trip and they did find the orcs. The skirmish that ensued was both swift and merciless. None of the dark creatures escaped their justice, not even the Uruk’hai that led them. Their swords dripped wet with the blood of their enemy by the end and Thorin’s heart sang at the sight of the destruction they’d wrought.
Three years they’d been roaming these lands, outcast by the dragon, Smaug, when he attacked their home in the Lonely Mountain. One by one, former allies had turned their heads and blocked their ears to the dwarves’ pleas for aid. With no gold or numbers to back them, the dwarves lost