Chapter 1 Preview: The Last Day by GriffinsWings, literature
Literature
Chapter 1 Preview: The Last Day
It was hard to tell if the pain in his head was from a blow or the fall. Azaryne could still taste the bitter flavor of sleeping magic on his tongue, but it was impossible to determine the source.
Taking inventory of his body, he realized that his hands were carefully bound together by thick rope. There was barely enough room to keep from stopping circulation, and certainly no opportunity to wriggle free. His cheek was pressed against a cold, musty smelling surface. As his vision came into focus, he realized he was lying on a cobbled stone floor.
Memories swam through his mind groggily as he fought to remember where he was-- or at least where
Chapter 1 Preview: The Last Day by GriffinsWings, literature
Literature
Chapter 1 Preview: The Last Day
It was hard to tell if the pain in his head was from a blow or the fall. Azaryne could still taste the bitter flavor of sleeping magic on his tongue, but it was impossible to determine the source.
Taking inventory of his body, he realized that his hands were carefully bound together by thick rope. There was barely enough room to keep from stopping circulation, and certainly no opportunity to wriggle free. His cheek was pressed against a cold, musty smelling surface. As his vision came into focus, he realized he was lying on a cobbled stone floor.
Memories swam through his mind groggily as he fought to remember where he was-- or at least where
Three gunshots.
Tawniey lurched up. She scrambled for her side, struggling against her restraints-- groping blindly for the warm, wet fabric that she knew she would find. But she didn’t. The flesh beneath her hand was whole and sound. As her vision came into focus, she realized that she was not looking up at the gunmetal skies of Haven city, but the dingy gray of her apartment walls.
It wasn’t real.
It never was.
The calendar Kendryk had given her was pinned to the wall at the foot of her bed: a silent reminder of how much she had overcome, and how long she had endured. The series of bold scribbles in thick black marker led her
Being awake before dawn, and usually running on very little sleep, was not an uncommon practice for Tawniey. However, as soon as the first pale light of morning crept over the city of Haven, she was shaking Daxter awake. The ottsel practically leapt off the couch at the excited girl’s touch and voice, and he complained loudly about the hour once he’d recovered his bearings.
“Did you even sleep at all? You could pack for three weeks in those bags.” Daxter said, staring pointedly at the dark circles beneath the other’s eyes.
“No, but I feel fine,” Tawniey answered placidly. “Come on, we’ve
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