CometQueen

 Evening Heartache There's always that time of day when you look up at the sky and notice it's an eerie color. You notice the clouds look like subtle ripples in a lake of sunset, and the whole world looks like it's underwater. Then, your heart starts to ache and you get that distant feeling that something amazing should happen just about now. You wish you could paint the scene you're standing in, take one color for each thing you're missing from your life, and paint. But you know you would mess it up, so you do your best to cherish this moment and hold that odd feeling within your chest, and with each second that passes it gets more painf

 Chapter 3 The Elf There is no such thing as a place that is always bright. In the lightest space, there is always a dark cavern. In the merriest crowds, there is always silence. It was her job to know where that dark silence was. Find it, hide in it, and wait. Wait for your turn to do your job, and then retreat back into your place, never noticed, never found, never advancing into the light. She was the very best there was at what she did. And yet she had failed. Never before had a person turned to face her. Never before had she used 8 arrows to take someone down. She held her hand in front of her face. It was shaking violently. Sh

Chapter 1 The Warlord's Ballad Twang. Twang twang. Twangtwangtwang. Plunk pluck pick. Umio could barely hear the swaying bard, who was sloppily fingering at the harp amid all the drunken laughter within the pub. He was halfway glad he couldn't, because the bard did look as if he had drank all his memories of playing harp away, but the two men he was with, Algar and Colbourne, were enjoying every second of it. They were all sitting in the local tavern, the Wild Werewolf. Algar slammed his mug violently on the table for no reason in particular, and boomed with laughter, holding his round stomach. Colbourne sat back in the chair, his muscl