Another peaceful picnic by the River until Weaver’s past literally walks up to greet her. Nostalgia is embarrassing, but no spoilers are given.
1,544 words.
Another peaceful picnic by the River until Weaver’s past literally walks up to greet her. Nostalgia is embarrassing, but no spoilers are given.
1,544 words.
“Salva me.” He commanded Weaver to save him, and in the process confirmed the judgement laid on him.
2,626 words
Weaver is hunted down for involuntary servitude. Prey becomes predator and predator is abandoned.
968 words.
A deity approaches Weaver under the guise of idle chitchat. A request is made that Weaver adds conditions to before acquiesing. Wibbly wobbly time means the request was partially fulfilled a week ago, yesterday, and is yet to be completed.
463 words.
Weaver is chilling at a coffeehouse with tarot cards. A yellow suited man demands she reads for him. He didn’t like the answer.
949 words.
Keri whines bitches thinks out loud about the second crucifix to come into her possession, and the cognitive dissonance from having a rosary of her very own.
400 words.
“The moon is gilt with silver.” But ‘gilt’ means covered in gold. Right?
818 words and one video.
Weaver wants the truth reality regardless of her capability to handle it and finds herself with an arduous written test but with only fifteen minutes to complete it.
1,821 words.
Weaver asks Esse to look over the waking Black Axe. He sends her on a mission to learn its properties the hard way by dealing with a rancid troll.
3,237 words.