Cardan grabs one of his wings. It tears like paper, I flinch. The boy's scream is thin and reedy. He curls up into himself on the ground, agony plain on his face. I see the twin mortals looking over at Cardan... now this will be fun. Cardan starts walking away, Nicasia and Valerain glance back but then move with him. I pause knowing this is the time to start the story, I help the boy onto his feet, I look up at one of the mortals and meet her eyes. She looks confused, unmoving. I pretend that I am surprised and widen my eyes like I taught myself at the age of 10, then I smiled my most secretive smile. Let the games begin.
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Watching The Game
FantasySpin off of 'The Cruel Prince' from Locke's perspective. Locke always love watching the little actions he did play out, he found it interesting, entertaining. But the story that he was currently working on was something a little more complex. The mo...
