Collin was getting used to being dead.
The scent of seared meat and spices greeted Caelynn, Lincon, and Dayne as they returned to Elyoniem. They entered the common room to find Collin in the kitchen, julienning fresh quiver root. The dining table was already laid out with an assortment of dumplings, stuffed leaves, and cheeses, and judging by the numbers of bowls, pots, and pans along the counters, they were just the beginning. Continue reading
Dayne led Lincon through a haphazard tour of what remained of The Court as they moved from fissure to fissure. At each stop Lincon was met with distrustful stares from the Alfath guarding the breaches, and at each stop they watched with growing amazement as he stretched a hand towards the opening and healed the rended stone. Continue reading
“Me?” Caelynn’s eyebrows shot up. “I didn’t do anything. Even if I tried, I can’t do something like that.“ She gave Collin a pleading look. “You just passed out, right? Needed time to heal?” Continue reading
“I will stand unwavering before threats both familiar and alien to ensure humanity’s survival.”
The words of the oath rang through Lincon’s mind as he mounted the stairs and reached for the main doors of The Court. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, forcing himself to unclench his jaw before stepping inside. He had to do this. Continue reading