Your Sword and Your Sheath [fantasy][FM]

“Will I see you again?” the brown-haired boy muttered. Nervous and worried, he looks at his friend.

“Of course!” the girl in front of him replied. Her eyes are swelling, but she remains strong. “And when I return, I will already be the mightiest knight in all of Bastia” she smiled.

“I doubt it” the boy laughed, masking his own tears.

“Said Leon the little cat” she replied to the boy she called Leon.

“Let’s go, dear” as a blue-clad carriage approaches, the mother of the girl nudges. She obliged and get in.

“I will send you letters!” as the carriage started moving she popped her head out of the window.

“I’ll be waiting!” the boy screamed as he saw the carriage passes on, following a march of soldiers carrying blue banners with the flower Lavender crest adorning it.

“Claudine!” he shouted. The girl just waved from distance.

For the longest time since that day, that will be the name Leon thinks about before he goes to sleep. Slowly, his vision blurs and he felt sleepy. He’s sinking. Leon feels like he’s falling down an endless spiral of darkness. Is this a dream?

Wurzburg Witch Trial 2016 [MMMF][nc][huml]

Wurzburg, Germany

April 2016

If you were given the chance to save the life of another at the cost of great peril to yourself, would you do it? People might hesitate a little, and some others might not even think twice to turn away, after all self-preservation is the most important thing. But that’s certainly not what Karla Wagner would do. Otherwise, she wouldn’t find herself in this dire situation. In a world where magic is frowned upon, what was she doing using her ability to heal some stray cat in public park?

The young woman is gasping as she runs through the city alleyway. Her shoulder-length brown hair waves as she occasionally turns her head to watch her back. Her slender legs are slowly giving up, she’s been running non-stop for 20 minutes. After turning several times he stops briefly to catch her breath. Sweat is running down her fair skin, drenching her white blouse.

Ten seconds haven’t passed since Karla paused and around the corner, one man in a black uniform comes storming through. Their eyes are locked and by now break time is over.

The White Witch [F][huml][exh]

A/N: This is a story I made based on a prompt at DWP. Since it’s my first time doing this genre I hope I didn’t botch it!

***The White Witch***

Kalisa Indigenous Territory, Brazil

December 2016

*“Lock her up!”*

*“No! We should sacrifice her to the elder spirits!”*

*“The elder spirits will not accept the flesh and blood of the non-believers!”*

*“Just drown her in the Wakili!”*

*“Oh no! She will pollute our drinks!”*

In the middle of the night, unintelligible bickering can be heard as a party of Kalisa tribesmen marched by the Amazon river, or as they said in Kalisan language, the Wakili. A group of seven men with dark complexion with various body markings, three on each side in a row of three and headed by one man. Their bare footsteps made splashing noises as they walked the wet and sloppy ground. Only one thing is unusual from this company: in the middle of the seven men is a woman in ropes. Her hands tied together behind her and they also put one on her neck for good measure. The way they lead her around it’s as if a group of farmer is taking their cattle home. She looks beat and pants once in a while.