Thursday, April 26
Adventus Regis - Part 14: To the Arena
As they rode along the western road out of the hills, there was a scream of terror. It came from above, out of the inky night sky.
Ilmarė pointed upwards. “There!”
Emric flew through the air, flailing frantically. He cried out for help.
But then it became clear that he was not moving of his own accord. He was being carried. [MORE]
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