Short Stories The Favored Son: Alternate- Part Three 3 Dec 202027 Dec 2021 "Alright, and that just leaves the fabric, firewood and mangos. Which do you want to get?" Tharol glanced up from the list of needed supplies. "Fabric," Bovik said first. "Mangos,"…
Short Stories The Favored Son: Alternate- Part Two 26 Nov 202027 Dec 2021 "...and the inverted task will be building and destroying a tower with those wooden beams," Master Palthio extended his arms and pointed to each side of the field. On the…
Short Stories The Favored Son: Alternate- Part One 19 Nov 202027 Dec 2021 "...and this night the watch over the gate will be assigned to..." Master Palthio paused and squinted at his gathered disciples, "me." At his last word all the youth gave…
Short Stories The Favored Son: Part Nine 29 Oct 202020 Dec 2021 Tharol nodded solemnly, then turned and streaked down the hall. He heard the clatter of swords behind him, but he didn't turn to see whether Master Zhaol would be able…
Short Stories The Favored Son: Part Eight 22 Oct 202020 Dec 2021 Tharol forced himself to turn from the elders, and focused instead on Jolu. Jolu was only recently lost after all, perhaps there was a way to bring him back. Tharol…
Short Stories The Favored Son: Part Seven 15 Oct 202020 Dec 2021 Tharol bit his lip uncomfortably. "But--he's not doing anything to us." Inol's eyes narrowed. "Why are we here, Tharol?" "We're getting the weapons." "To do what? What are we here…
Short Stories The Favored Son: Part Six 8 Oct 202020 Dec 2021 "Alright, you setup watch here," Tharol whispered to Inol. "If you see anyone--" "Why should I keep watch?" "What?" "Who put you in charge? Why should I be the one…
Short Stories The Favored Son: Part Five 1 Oct 202020 Dec 2021 Reis and Tharol walked to the end of the central dais and to the other side of a wide column, which nearly shut them out of view of the other…
Short Stories The Favored Son: Part Four 24 Sep 202020 Dec 2021 As Master Foraou rushed through the air he pulled the sword back and plunged it clear through the heart of Talo. The boy slumped backwards without a cry. The youth…
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