As Ace approached the Whispering Falls, Flight pricked his ears. She had named the wolf Flight because of her admiration for the freedom and lack of responsibility in which birds were graced, and had always wished she could fly herself.
As she approached the water, she felt a tingle of magic flood over her skin and knew this was Carlae's way of welcome. Her friend never showed much affection.
She walked through the wall of chilly water to find herself standing on the familiar granite stone platform leading to the black cave entrance, completely dry. She loved magic. She looked around her, it was just as she remembered.
From the mist, Carlae appeared carrying a hunting stave of ash wood. She gave a brief flitting smile before her face was once again the cold stone that was so very familiar. Ace missed her friend and often wondered if she was missed at all in return. She realised she had been gazing and Carlae gave a small but insistent gesture for her to approach. As soon as Ace had taken one step, Carlae turned on her heel and marched away. She rolled her eyes and followed.
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Ace Of Spades
FantasyAce Fairway is a notorious assassin with many dark secrets in her past, and no doubt many more to come in her future. She is famous for what she does, and has killed many times, but this victim is different. How is she connected to her target? Is...
