- Jarve twisted the blade and raked it up through
the woman's stomach until it grated on bone. <br> He
was about to drag the blade free when pain shivered
up his arm.<br> Looking down he gasped,light was
seeping from the wound, coiling about his wrist. <br>He
shoved her to the ground, all thoughts of rifling
through her robes vanished. <br><br>The woman moaned and
he looked at her, she was smiling. She mouthed the
words "thank-you, you will remember this moment
always...as will I." and she closed her eyes, peace masking
her pale face.<br><br>Jarve dropped to his knees and
dragged his bloodied hand across the grass, but the light
kept snaking its way up his arm until it caressed his
neck. <br><br>He hissed a prayer to the Goddess of
Thieves, but the light maintained its steady
progress.<br><br>He thought he could hear whispering and spun around.
No one was there, only shadows. Deep quiet places of
refuge. He leapt to his feet and raced for them. The
haven of all thieves. <br><br>Jarve, groaned,
"No!<br><br>He was glowing like a fire faery.<br><br>The
whispers filled his mind. He cringed into the shadows,
seeking their peace, his back pressed against the cold
stone of the Ghostly Vine Tavern.<br><br> But the Light
pulsed and hummed. <br><br>"NO!!!" Jarve screwed up his
eyes and sobbed. <br>How was he to ride the shadows
again like this.
- I like the beginning of the story but was not the subject of the flash fiction a box? or did I miss one?
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