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Shadow's Of The Archer

MyLadyOfStories

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Parts 11
Time 5h 7m

MyLadyOfStories

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If blood is thicker than water, then how thin is it possible to make it? Because I was exiled from my home at the age of nine for being little more than a well read killer and honestly? To this day, at seven and a half centuries, give or take a decade, I can agree with the judgement they put upon me. 

I just never did much to exceed that expectation, only seal it in stone and carry it like the eternal stone of Sisyphus. Dick of a guy, by the way.

From the red of the most crimson rose petals and the blood in your veins, know one thing before you read this beginning to the end of my story. It is not the same as you would normally hear. I am the Archer at the Fall of Night, and a Witch who takes no shit. Sagittarius Pierce. Killing is my purpose and all I am good at. Hope you don't mind. I sure as hell don't.All Rights Reserved

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The Wish of a Broken Heart

They say, "Be careful what you wish for." They say, "There's truth to every story." They say, "Karma's a Bh." A heart's wish is a powerful thing. But magic doesn't exist. Or so I thought. Now, a troll has found me. Cara I can't... It hurts... Why? Am I not good enough? Not pretty enough? What did I do to be betrayed like this? I feel numb except for the gaping hole in my chest. The darkness starts creeping in. I wish... Heavens how I wish... Friday June 13th I don't know when, how, or why I ended up where I am, but here I am. As insane as it sounds, I am no longer on earth. I think. Maybe I'm dead. Or maybe I'm in a coma! One where I can feel a hell of a lot of pain and new scents are being created? Maybe, just maybe, I should have listened to Grandmother's crazy stories of magic in our blood and being careful what we wish for. They don't sound so crazy anymore. All I know is I'm on the ground, can't move, staring up at an impossibly blue sky through broken branches of trees I've never seen before. That's saying a lot. Botany is my favorite hobby. I think I have internal bleeding from falling through the three-story tall trees like a pinball. My only regrets are knowing my Mum will be in a panic, won't quit searching, and my sweet American Pit Bull Terrier, Nimuë, fell through with me. *** Tavirian Our laws are clear. If we find any creature wounded past the point of healing, we kill them. It's a mercy. We've gotten a reputation for being ruthless and cannibalistic because of it. Hundreds of years ago, perhaps, but not anymore. I'm still a monster. I'm on my ancestral pilgrimage to present the spirits with my potential brides. I'm not thrilled with my options. My mate is out there, but the elders are pushing me to take one of our Tribe. When we come across a nearly dead, tiny human and her creature, I can't kill them. Especially now. I can use the pilgrimage to save them for now, but I'll need help.