Dani
Who have you chose
to stand as your martyr?
to stand as your martyr?
Dani imagined a small family inn on the edge of a towering forest. The idea invoked images of a hearth crackling with flames, warming a tavern filled with travelers sharing their endless tales over mugs of hot mead. Her thoughts drifted further as she imagined Anden working there. Judging from his muscled build, his tasks must have been laborious. An image of a sweat-soaked Anden flickered through her mind, and her cheeks flared in response. Dani peeked over at her friend and silently apologized to him for the thought before purposefully averting her gaze.
Dani listened as Anden mentioned the kingdom he'd known. She thought that she might have understood, as the last years in her previous world had been filled with assemblies of men who coveted power. For those unfortunate enough to not be born a noble male, value was assigned based on how one could benefit those of the aristocracy. Had Anden endured similar hardships? She wondered how much they might have actually had in common.
The full moon watched the two from the gaps between branches, and Dani stared back. "I can understand now why you spend so much of your time out here. I hardly want to go back at all." It was the sort of scene she'd once envisioned when reading the fairytales her father had found for her. Once again, her thoughts circled back to old memories. Beneath the full moon and embraced by the forest, Dani felt that maybe she could talk to Anden about her family; the only piece of her old world she had longed for, but had disappeared long before she had.
A whisper of movement from across the glade caught her attention, and her breath caught in her throat as each muscle in her body tensed. "How is this possible," she breathed, her eyes locked to the spot where three impossibly-familiar figures stood staring back at her.
Dani listened as Anden mentioned the kingdom he'd known. She thought that she might have understood, as the last years in her previous world had been filled with assemblies of men who coveted power. For those unfortunate enough to not be born a noble male, value was assigned based on how one could benefit those of the aristocracy. Had Anden endured similar hardships? She wondered how much they might have actually had in common.
The full moon watched the two from the gaps between branches, and Dani stared back. "I can understand now why you spend so much of your time out here. I hardly want to go back at all." It was the sort of scene she'd once envisioned when reading the fairytales her father had found for her. Once again, her thoughts circled back to old memories. Beneath the full moon and embraced by the forest, Dani felt that maybe she could talk to Anden about her family; the only piece of her old world she had longed for, but had disappeared long before she had.
A whisper of movement from across the glade caught her attention, and her breath caught in her throat as each muscle in her body tensed. "How is this possible," she breathed, her eyes locked to the spot where three impossibly-familiar figures stood staring back at her.
To prove purposeful
in courses uncharted
in courses uncharted
