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The Strife: Part Four

It’s the first Sunday of the Month, and you know what that means… Story Sunday! (Okay, yeah every Sunday is Story Sunday, but you get my meaning)

We’re about to meet the lady with the changing skin. So enjoy, and catch you in the next installment!

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The Strife: Prologue

In the endless and violent chaos whose ravenous emptiness continually spawned and destroyed things both terrible and innocent, survival for a short time was all that could be hoped for. Creatures without form battled and consumed each other, feeding the universe’s perpetual wastes. However, in this chaotic time, two dared to wrest their souls from the clutches of eternity.

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Kah’nul

when he arrived nobody really knew what to do with him. he appeared in a quiet residential area on the outskirts of town wearing a t-shirt and khaki pants. when they asked him who he was he said that his name was Kah’nul. when they asked him where he came from he said he came from Kah’nul.

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The GodStone part 2

The First Lesson

Nyasha lay silent and still in her bed, listening to the sounds of the world waking outside her window. The sky was becoming brighter and she knew that soon the first rays of sunlight would come streaming through her windows and she and the others would be woken. The others whined and complained about how early they had to get up but Nyasha was a helper girl and was used to waking up before the sun. She had enjoyed the extra time she got in bed at the Manast, but then the dream had started and now she lay awake each morning, replaying it in her mind.

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Afemi: Prologue

Prologue

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“Hello?”

She blinks into consciousness and stares in the space occupied by the voice. The voice echoes in her head for a brief moment before clicks of recognition begin. Speech. Conversation. It is a capability which she possesses. The space occupied by the voice lacks a body. Perhaps that is normal. She speaks in its direction, at a black box hanging just below some form of  shining cylinder with a red light coming from it. “H-hello.”

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Shadow Wraith: The WorldSoul

“Girl!” Zhara’s voice rang out of the window and to the garden, shrill and aged. He coughed from the effort and thumped weakly at his chest. The girl who’d been tending to the fruit trees turned her head towards the small cottage and smiled, waving before wiping her hands on the sides of her clothes and making her way to the porch door. She brushed her feet vigorously on the worn sack which served as a welcoming mat before entering the kitchen.

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Shadow Wraith: The Apprentice

Rena crouched behind the row of garden bushes which lined Faril’s quarters, her eyes wide and her mouth agape. She hardly noticed the chill which had entered her bones, nor the painful cramping in her arms and legs from holding still so long. The librarian’s reading room was now empty, save for the book, which still gave off an other-worldly glow. Her mind struggled to process what had just happened, half of it rejecting it as delusion and the other shuddering at the implications.

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the colour of a soul

Shey peered mistrustfully around the room. A single stool sat in the middle, and the entire room was an indistinct colour which may have been white. No windows, one door. she was to stay here until Faegun, the First Spirit, revealed to her – and to all those waiting outside – the colour of her soul. It was this that Shey found disconcerting. Nobody had explained to her what exactly that meant, and their assurances that it was nothing to worry about rang hollow.

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