The evening smelled of magic and the sea salt breeze. It was the kind of mean-spirited night that was humid enough to make you sweat before the breeze came in to chill you to the bone. Some things did seem to persist across this world and the next.
Lives were lived and loves were lost. The sun rose in the east, the moon chased away the day, and the stars guided you home. And through it all, creature looked up in wonder toward the sky, thinking it magic.
Amidst the smell of ozone and the blanketing dark, a girl with her grandmother's name sat, fingering a hard caramel candy. She already had on in her mouth, but it was half gone and seemed --at this point-- in need of a friend.
Magic was cresting in a world that had no business with magic, but she felt it anyway, sharp and illicit beneath an awning painted in a riot of green and gold.
"Ironminder," a creature garbled in a drowned man's voice.
She turned her gaze to the creature slinking in the shadow of the tree, looking for all the world like a queen, holding court on those faded steps.
* * *
They say the sun found solace in the burn,
Scorching across the sky in flight,
They say the moon was split in two,
Left to consolidate their might
They say little of the stars at all,
As they shied away from the fight.
And what do they say of iron?
Naught but the sharpness of it's bite.
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Ironminder
FantasyEvelyn --Lyn-- Nettle cleans up messes, usually the magical kind...or maybe the human kind depending on how you look at it. She's been doing it for ages, and except for a few close calls she's managed to stay relatively unscathed. So, when she's sum...
