Patricia Wilson
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There was a roaring. The deafening rumbling of an unstoppable inferno. Gabriel felt the fire in his chest. It entered him through Alice’s lips through her every soft breath, and it was returned to her with each of his own. He was burning up from the inside, and for a brief moment, that sensation was all that registered in his mind, his other thoughts discarded as soon as they struck him. He had burned before. The sensation of heat on his skin, his nerves dying and burning away to reveal fresh ones, the…-
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I like fire. Down in the dark pits, the fires of the funeral pyre are the only way you can see anything around you. Without it, the darkness sticks to you like a swamp, it clogs your nose with its invasive stench. In the darkness, you’re all alone. No other numbers, no other kids, no masters, no living training dummies. It’s just you and the dull thudding of today’s wounds. They whisper to you. Each thud, each thump, each ache in the scars. They speak a language only those in the darkness know.…
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The rapping of fingers on wood echoed through the room, the occasional sound of fingernails slipping across the very same wood occasionally mixing with the repetitive sound. Abigail was nibbling on the tip of her right thumb, her other hand nervously tapping the armrest. Caine was… pouring some wine so that she could wet her throat. "I do not wish for it to become twisted so I’ll start the conversation off by saying that I’ve known about him for quite some time already." Caine sat down in his seat…
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After Alice was handed her rewards, some of the knights that had taken part in the battle against the sealed claw were also given rewards. Naturally, their rewards were relatively minor compared to what Gabriel and Alice received, but it was still enough to make them jump in joy. The party didn’t end after the last of the knights received their reward. Some people had received new noble titles, be they minor or great, so this was an opportune time for the new and old nobles to mingle. Well, calling it…
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Gabriel felt that slight rumbling again as he spoke to the emperor. The citizens were cheering beyond the walls, he felt that he would probably be able to hear them shout his name if he strained his ears. The common people loved a good show, that was the entire reason the emperor was taking his time with Gabriel, slowly going through everything he had so that he could show it off to the populace. In that regard, the name Gabriel had chosen for himself was perfect for the emperor’s purpose. He was…
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As he was called upon, Gabriel had no choice but to walk up to the platform and lower his head, kneeling in front of the emperor. He felt the eyes on him. The nobles in the hall, the citizens scattered throughout the empire, even the number in the sky felt like it was looking down at him. And then there was the emperor… "Gabriel… Young Child. I have been told that you were an orphan, correct?" The emperor’s gaze felt like needles. It reminded him of the few meetings he had with the general in his…
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A tall man in his forties, his dark crimson hair cut short and slicked back neatly. Clear amber eyes that seemed to take in the entire hall, observing the nobles that clamoured below. He was wrapped in a luxurious suit of red and gold, the cloth adorned with silver chains and white fur. A black and gold cape was draped over his right shoulder, a crown with five raised points embedded with severals tens of jewels resting on his head. "Are you enjoying yourself, my dear citizens and friends? If something…
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Gabriel felt a tremor run through the hand he was holding when his lips touched it. The joints bent and the tips of Alice’s fingers pressed against the inside of his fingers. He could feel her fingernails through her glove. They chained him down, scraped at his skin. For a moment, his shoulder-blades tingled. The spots where Alice’s fingers had dug in previously were tingling, calling to him. When he raised his gaze, he saw fire. Her eyes, as cold and calm as always in public, were burning with a…
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"You look wonderful, Princess. I’m sure that Young Master Woodime won’t be able to take his eyes off of you." The maid couldn’t stop praising as she worked, wrapping up Abigail’s hair to accentuate her curls. Another maid was working on her fingernails while a third was working on her toenails, putting their all into elevating the Princess’ natural beauty. "I think today it would be best if we go with gold for the nails, I believe it would look stunning with your dress." "The toenails,…
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Gabriel sat on a chair in his room, his arms placed on a small table in front of him. His hands tingled beneath the bandages, it felt as if his bones were squirming, eager to burst out of their fleshy prison. "We shall soon be done so please bear with it, soon you will regain access to your hands." An aged woman sat on the other side of the table, her hands resting on his. She was clad in the light-blue robes of the church, the Gransax Cathedral in the capital to be specific. A few motes of pale blue…
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