Archer
I mixed the remaining petals together and watched the steam rose up as I poured. I walked over to the injured, Mist Tainted, boy and readied myself for anything. I opened his mouth gently and poured a small amount down his throat. He coughed and spat, rolling over and nearly off the table. I wondered why I put him on the table, and not the bed but—the bed was an important thing to me and in another area anyways.
"Come on, go down." I muttered. "Go down, go down." Eventually I felt his tightening chest loosen and I removed my hands.
I sighed in relief, knowing with certainty that when he was awake, and had drunk the drink my mother used to make—the hyacinth flower crusade in it—he would feel ten times better.
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King Make Believe
Adventure" One advanced, then two. Soon I was running from five of them. My legs ached as branches lashed and scratched my cheeks. They were gaining as the sting in my tendons worsened. I would be caught, they would kill me. I wouldn't even make it to fiftee...
