TSW: Chapter 40 – Merry Christmas

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Chapter Forty – Merry Christmas

Noah’s composure was shattered as well. Never before had they seen his gorgeous face contort into a combination of panic and disbelief. He had no idea if Kevin did what he did on purpose or purely through luck, but Noah was left dumbfounded by the breaking of his spell. There were no signs that there would be a spellbreaker amongst his targets, and unless a wizard can compete without his or her spells, a spellbreaker was simply too much, especially one with allies.

“No…” mumbled Noah beneath his stuttering breath.

Eldrian finally regained his senses. He wiped a trickle of blood from his brow, and pulled himself up to stare Kevin directly in the eyes. He was just as surprised as Noah, and Kevin had rarely seen his friend surprised by anything like that.

“What did you just do, Kev?” he asked. “Did you just break his spell?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t mean to.”

“Well, don’t stop now.”

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TSW: Chapter 39 – The Moose

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Chapter Thirty-Nine – The Moose

The fight had commenced a few minutes prior. They were already exhausting themselves, but given that it was still a four against two, the heroes didn’t worry too much. Kevin’s Drodias and Aegis of Light were out, and the three wizards were conjuring spells.

“Where’s Eldrian?” shouted Kevin.

“Not here,” Poppet said with a snicker. “Not even close.”

“Then why are you fighting us?”

“Just following orders. No hard feelings, right?”

Alchia fired a tiny version of her acid arrow from a single palm and yelled, “Yep! We’re just doing what he said. All we gotta do is keep you busy for some reason.”

“Dang it,” muttered Daveon. “What do we do? Finish them?”

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TSW: Chapter 33 – Madness Unleashed

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Chapter Thirty-Three – Madness Unleashed

Poppet was frozen with fear. Around her neck, the unnaturally tight grip of finger bones squeezed as the tips began to pierce through her flesh. The smell—it was terrible. Rotting skin and ancient bones wafted a scent to burn her nostrils given her terrifyingly close proximity, and this was further scarring with the creature’s jet black eye-sockets somehow still staring directly into her eyes. His jaw pulled open, and despite the lack of a tongue, or flesh whatsoever, a course voice came as freely as a man still living.

“You’re tiny… like a baby,” he grumbled.

Her eyes stayed staring. This had never happened before, but there was something about him that struck her silent. All she could do was mumble in response. There, balanced on her toes, she remained grappled by a nightmare.

“It feels like it’s about midnight,” he continued. “The perfect time for a snack. And I don’t know about you, but,” he said as he lifted Poppet closer to his face. “I. Eat. Babies.”

“What are you doing?” shouted Renatta’s voice from afar.

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