100 Words a Day 1251

Whenever one of the white birds with the long necks and long legs left the water they would perch on a nearby branch and swallowed whole whatever fish they had caught. When they were full, they would spread their black-banded wings and stretch themselves up as tall as possible, pointing their long, yellow beaks towards the sky. Once the sun and habitually-warm breeze had dried their feathers, they would return to their nests to feed their eternally-hungry chicks. The baby birds were protected by their speckled camouflage and a vigilant parent who always remained behind while the other was feeding.  

100 Words a Day 1250

I looked ahead just in time to see Azag’s foot plunge deep into slimy, sluggish water. Once he’d extracted himself, we carefully probed the wetlands around us with sticks, looking for a way forward.

“It’s all too deep,” he said. “And getting dark. We may as well go back to that last island; I need to dry out or I’ll get the rot.”

I grunted in agreement and we retraced our steps to one of the rare raised patches of land. Within a small circle of trees there was enough room to build a fire and put our bedrolls down.

100 Words a Day 1249

“Raise the chains one final time,” Yeolof cried, thrusting his sword into the air.

The windlass turned, winding up the great chains and raising the enormous gate. A soon as it was high enough, men began passing under it and rushing towards army waiting to meet them.

“I’ll see you on the other side!” Yeolof called to me before joining the men flooding into the field.

Once the men were in the plain, they assembled into a loose formation and charged the Sons of Lurio. They were under no illusion that they might win; it was  an act of defiance.

100 Words a Day 1248

Niona had been uncharacteristically robust during the last century and her worship had extended beyond the superstitious sailors and fishermen of the floating lands. Now it was common to see merchants wearing the talisman of the wave around their necks if they had business with the sea. Her burst of energy was beginning to fade however. As the divine lethargy overcame her, she was less and less able to stir her cauldron that controlled the winds and currents of the sea and errant storms and unpredictable waves began make water travel something that men faced only out of absolute necessity.

100 Words a Day 1247

Morg’s cloak flapped as he sprinted through the narrow, twisting alleyways. His injured leg made it hard to run; the mob was gaining on him. A blind turn brought him face to face with a stone wall. He started climbing. The sound of the pursuers grew as he slowly ascended, his demon arm smashing handholds on one side while the claws of his angorbor fingers dug into the space between the misshapen stones. He was just throwing one leg over the wall when he felt something strike him from behind. He slipped down and someone started pulling on his cloak.

100 Words a Day 1246

The snowflakes drifted down from the white-clouded sky, abundant but unhurried, and covered the autumn ground. This first winter dusting fell on a land that was silent and still and where no wind blew. Animals and men watched the white transformation from the comfort of their dens, warmed by their families, fires, or both, and unwilling to disturb the slow turning of the season. When they finally did emerge, the soft snow was struck from roofs and shaken from fur. Parents watched as their young leapt and played in the pillowy stuff, sometimes chasing a flake that was still afloat.

100 Words a Day 1245

Morg turned as the door opened. He didn’t recognize the physical shape of the being standing in the frame, but he knew him nonetheless. His eyes widened. He shot to his feet.

“You!” he cried and balled both hands into fists.

“I was worried you wouldn’t recognize me,” the man replied, stepping into the room.

Most of the skin on his face had been replaced with blue scales. His lips were black, framing a mouth full of white, pointy teeth. His wings were gone, replaced by a second set of arms that looked like they’d once belonged to a gorilla.