I must have been on that park bench at least two weeks before anyone even glanced at me. A further week around the square until anyone talked to me, and only then it was “Get out of my way, tramp!” It took an entire month of my being homeless before I heard any sort of kindness, and when it did come, it came in the form of a cockney redhead woman dressed up to the nines.
“Alright, love?” She sai...
Silervius the Prime stood with his mere 100 men at the highest point of the Black Forest, all eyes skyward, watching, waiting. Glilinell the Consul, Silervius’ lifelong friend, wrapped his cloak tighter about him and sighed.
“I... I do have faith, Silervius, but are you sure about this? What we’re doing here tonight; it’s unheard of.” Silervius turned his head ever so slightly, his eyes never lea...