Patricia Moore
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"Did you really do this all yourself?" Her mother asked, her eyes containing a hint of disbelief. Nila looked to Beam for support. Beam nodded. "I didn't believe it myself, but it would seem your daughter is quite skilled with a bow," Beam said. Nila grinned at the acknowledgement and nodded excitedly. "See? It's like I've been telling you. I'm way better than the other hunters. I'll go out again tomorrow and get even more. Since he's got his sled, I can bring loads back with me." "Hang on," her…-
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"Oh?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. "I don't know why you think your opinion is that important, stupid." She said, sticking her tongue out. "Anyway, are you almost done? I don't want to wait around here much longer. I have things to do, after all." She returned the same line that Beam had said to her earlier, only with a good degree more sass. Beam was left thinking that girls were unbelievably difficult to deal with. Especially this one. He was getting kind of envious of her skill with the bow.…
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He threw the snapped-off bit of log towards his sled and then pushed a bit more of the log inside the pivot, before doing the same thing again. As the log got shorter, the leverage was less and less, so it took more effort than it had the first time, but he was still able to get the whole thing snapped in pieces that would fit in his sled by doing that. And then he began chopping down another tree. For some reason, Nila was standing around watching him work. "You don't get tired, huh?" She…
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It was an impossible ask. Whilst she was right that the pine wood would burn a good bit faster due to the resin in it being so flammable, these were pine forests. There were next to no other trees besides them. "That's not happening," Beam told her. "I'll just get more wood to compensate." "Oh?" Nila said, putting a hand to her cheek, imitating a maidenly gesture that suited her far too well. Now that her hair was combed and behind her head, she looked even prettier than she had this morning. But it…
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She scowled at his question. "Is that so strange?" "Well, yeah," Beam didn't try to hide his surprise. "I don't think I've ever seen a girl hunting before." "So you're stupid, then?" She asked back, immediately growing heated. Beam guessed it was a sore spot for her, so he just shrugged and said nothing further. "Well, I'm going to get going then. Just how much wood are you lacking?" He asked, as he began walking towards the forest, dragging his sled. "Pretty much all of it," Nila said, not…
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"Don't look at my mother like that, asshole," the girl said as soon as she was gone, immediately picking a fight with Beam. Beam twisted his face in annoyance. "Like what?" He said, struggling to hold in the urge to sigh. "Like you feel sorry for her. She doesn't need or want your pity. Besides, you should be more worried about yourself, you look like a mess," she said, jabbing a finger at him with so much venom that the fabric of her woollen dress shook from the force. Beam didn't even bother to…
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61 The Colour Red - Part 2 The woman at the door was one such person, though it would be hard to tell just from a single glance. She was probably just about as clean as the rest of the villagers – not exceptionally clean, but not dangerously unclean either – and she was pretty enough too, with brown hair and a kind, shapely face, looking to be in her thirties. But something must have happened. Her husband had probably died, Beam guessed, and now she was struggling to support her family alone.…
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61 The Colour Red - Part 2 The woman at the door was one such person, though it would be hard to tell just from a single glance. She was probably just about as clean as the rest of the villagers – not exceptionally clean, but not dangerously unclean either – and she was pretty enough too, with brown hair and a kind, shapely face, looking to be in her thirties. But something must have happened. Her husband had probably died, Beam guessed, and now she was struggling to support her family alone.…
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60 The Colour Red - Part 1 Chapter 7 – The Colour Red A week passed as Beam continued to do his quests and train with his new master. The progress was gradual, but it was certainly there, and with each day Beam grew more confident that he would pass the tests his master had set – and maybe even pass them much earlier than predicted. He had yet to do another monster-hunting quest and was itching to test his newfound skills and strengths out on a target as soon as possible. Dominus had told…
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Beam didn't even hesitate. It'd been on his mind the whole way home and the whole time home, even. He wanted to dismiss what had happened inside the Elder's house as a mere hallucination, but he just couldn't. He still felt a terror within him as he reimagined it. "Is magic real?" He asked. "Magic?" Dominus repeated with a raised eyebrow. "Ah…" He began nodding. "I suppose you would be asking that, mm?" "So? Is it?" Beam pressed him again. "Well, it depends on what you call magic, but, yes,…
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