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    Emberynus The Dragonslayer

    @dakota @esmeralda-gramilton @urwen-starial @mayacat @naiya-dyani @kayla-skywriter

    Okay this is going to be a long post. I’m gonna post some of the parts Urwen and I have written together over the past who knows how long and haven’t posted yet.

    First Cade and Kirat

    Kirat sank to his knees, one hand still on the wall for support. “Please, sir, trust us to handle this.”

    Cade looked so torn, that it made Kirat want to cry. Why did it have to be this way? Why was this the only way they could guarantee the Sparrow’s survival?

    Why couldn’t the Outopian government try and see eye to eye with them?

    Finally, Cade nodded. “I’ll go.”

    Kirat gave him a tired smile. “Good luck, sir.” as Cade’s footsteps retreated down the hall, Kirat closed his eyes.

    “I hope this was the right thing to do.”

    Kirat smiled at Cade and Cade saw the weariness in his face as he said, “Good luck, sir.”

    Cade smiled back and rose to his feet. He walked away. Then stopping, turned back and waved, then made the symbol of the sparrow and hurried off into the darkness. He walked along through the tunnels, getting away from Kirat as fast as he could before he changed his mind. With every step, the feeling of doubt in his decision grew. A feeling of guilt tugged harder and harder on his aching heart. And the tears welled up in his eyes.

    What if they all get killed while I’m hiding? The nagging question tore his heart. That would be betraying his friends. Running off to hide while they were slaughtered.

    He reached the manhole that led up into the street. But somehow, as he stood staring up at the underside of the cover, he didn’t feel strong enough to pull himself up this time. His head spun with a sudden attack of dizziness and he leaned against the wall. The tears were trying harder than ever to push into his eyes. Pain engulfed his heart. Why? Why did things even have to be this way? Why did the city have to be like this? Why did people have to hate and kill? Why couldn’t everyone understand? The sparrows  were just trying to help. Just trying to make the city better. The government had cast them away in it’s suspicion, and now they had to work alone, trusting no one for fear they would be caught and thrown into prison.

    And now, in their time of greatest need. The time when they needed the most needed a strong leader to guide them, here he was, running off to hide and too discouraged and weak to even pull himself up through a manhole. What kind of a leader was he? They should have chosen someone else!

    He crumpled to his knees on the floor again and let his face drop into one hand. The other hand he pressed over his heart. The pain there was almost unbearable. The guilt was so deep he could hardly breathe. He tried to tell himself to pray, to not give up, to try again, but everything inside of him was hurting too deeply. He breathed in harsh, hollow gasps as he tried to hold back the tears. But his breaking point had come, he couldn’t hold it all inside anymore. He drew his knees up to his chest and lowered his head. For a moment, the outward shell of the unmovable leader was gone. Silent sobs shook him and tears of deep heartache flowed down his cheeks.

    Kirat leaned against the wall, exhausted. He wanted nothing more than to fall asleep, but he couldn’t. He had to keep going. For Outopia, for Cade and for . . . Chanmi.

    He sank to his knees, the side of his face pressed up against the cool gray wall.

    Three weeks ago, Kirat had found a little girl on the streets.

    She had been crying, her tangled blond curls framing two tear-filled blue eyes. Her tiny hands clasped close to her heart.

    Her clothes were torn and dirty and her face was streaked with ashes and tears, but her dazzling eyes remained glowing brightly.

    Chanmi had lost her parents to a fire prior. Her mother forcing her into the nearby alleyway before going back to get her brother. The house had erupted in flames while a terrified Chanmi watched.

    She had sat in the alleyway for three days waiting for her mother to come get her, for some sign that someone in her family survived, but nothing ever came.

    When Kirat had found her, there was something sweet about her, and they immediately bonded.

    He had to keep going, for Chanmi.

    But as he sat there, he suddenly began to feel drowsy, and a gentle calming sleep enveloped him.

    Sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired.

    Emberynus The Dragonslayer

    @dakota @esmeralda-gramilton @urwen-starial @mayacat @naiya-dyani @kayla-skywriter

    Logan and Jin

    When Jin opened the door, he didn’t know what to expect. Rhioe never knocked, because she had been giving express permission. And he didn’t know any other people who would.

    So when he opened the door, and an officer was standing there, he started panicking.

    “Hello, sir? How can I help you?” he asked.


    Logan took a deep breath, trying to push Rhioe’s face from his mind. “I’m Police Captain Logan Blackmoore. I’m here to ask you some questions about the sparrows,”

    The minute the words “I’m, here to ask you some questions about the sparrows” passed from the man’s lips, Jin’s heart began pounding,

    “Yeah, sure. Do you want to come inside?” He held open the door, unsure of why the man seemed so tense.

    Era tensed the moment Logan entered, Jin whistled, and she reluctantly went over to where he was standing.

    “Would you like anything to drink?” Jin asked, glancing over at Logan, who shook his head.

    “No thank you.” he replied, and Jin nodded and turned back to him.

    “So, what’s this about?”


    Logan looked searchingly into Jin’s eyes for one, long moment. He took a deep breath. He didn’t want to be here. . . He didn’t want to do this. He wanted to go back to Leona and Rhioe. But he had to do his job. Somehow. His face was hard, no emotion stirred in his dark eyes, but inwardly he was in turmoil. Steeling himself against his own feelings, he spoke.

    “I’m Captain Logan Douglas with the Outopian police force,”

    Logan’s sharp eyes saw a sharp change in Jin’s face. The boy’s faced tensed and paled slightly and he shifted his position nervously. His eyes moved to the door, then back to Logan’s face. Logan could feel the tenseness in the air. Jin spoke.

    “I’m Jin. But I’m sure you already know that.”

    Logan nodded before continuing, “The Outopian government has reasons to suspect that you have been working for the rebel group known was the sparrows. Several sources reveal that you have often been seen around common sparrow meeting places,” he paused and licked his lips, “I’m here to ask you a few questions,”

    Jin nodded. He opened his mouth, but at first no sound came out. Then he managed a quiet, “Go ahead Sir,”

    “Does the name Knot House mean anything to you?”

    “Does the name the Knot house mean anything to you?” Logan asked.

    Pfft. Of course it does. Jin thought. But why would I tell you that? You’d just turn me in.

    Outwardly, he kept his expression calm.

    “I don’t know, sir. It sounds vaguely familiar. Why?”

    Logan frowned, “it’s the place where the rebel group has been meeting. Yesterday the government sent a group to apprehend them, on information from a tip-off. According to our reports, you’ve been very active during these meeting times, and the authorities are understandably concerned that you might be involved.”

    “If I were, I wouldn’t be likely to tell you.” Jin said, “would I?”

    Logan pressed his lips tightly together. “Where were you last night?” he asked.

    “Out. I took Era for a walk, we went to go visit a friend, my friend Rhioe. Then Era and I came home.” Jin said, watching Logan carefully.

    Era barked in agreement, turning her cold blue eyes in Logan’s direction.

    Sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired.

    Emberynus The Dragonslayer

    @dakota @esmeralda-gramilton @urwen-starial @mayacat @naiya-dyani @kayla-skywriter

    And the last part about Rhioe:

    Once Logan had left, Leona turned to Rhioe with a kind smile,

    “Let’s take care of you, shall we?”

    As the widow began getting things ready, Rhioe’s thoughts traveled to Jin.

    He had always been very kind to her, always willing to help, could he really be working with the rebels?The ones rumored to be planning to bring down the government?

    Rhioe didn’t usually worry, she hardly ever had time, because she had too many things to keep her busy.

    But how could she not worry? Jin was accused of working with the rebels, and what would happen to the street children? If she couldn’t walk, how could she do her rounds? It wasn’t like she could ask Judah to do it for her, could she?

    Judah was one of the nicest people she’d ever met, but she couldn’t give this burden to him, not after Aura. . .

    Tears welled up in Rhioe’s eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She needed someone to talk to, to understand her, but this encounter with Logan reminded her of how fragile things were. The tears spilled out of her eyes against her will, how could anything ever be the same again?

    Sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired.

    Emberynus The Dragonslayer

    @dakota @esmeralda-gramilton @urwen-starial @mayacat @naiya-dyani @kayla-skywriter

    And introducing my new character Llewellyn:

    A light rain fell on the dirty street making soft pattering sounds as each small drop hit and shattered in a hundred different directions. A harsh wind howled gloomily in the narrow alleys picking up pieces of garbage and slamming them into the sides of the buildings that lined the street.

    The wet pavement was cold under Llewellyn’s bare feet. He walked faster, trying to keep his feet from going numb. It was so cold. Soon the rain would be turning into ice.

    He dug his small hands farther into his pockets and lowered his head. He had to make it to work on time or his boss would take his pay away again. He couldn’t risk that. The children needed all the help he could give them. Even if it was only a little. Tears formed in his eyes at the thought. They were so hungry. . . He was so hungry. He bit his lip hard.

    A harsh cough shook his thin shoulders. For a moment he leaned against a building, trying to recover his breath. He raised his Irish blue eyes to the cold gray sky and sighed softly. Shutting his eyes, he shivered and leaned his head against the wall. A tear slipped from under his eyelid and slid silently down his cheek.

    He had to get to the factory. It would be warmer there. He just had to keep going. After a few more minutes of leaning against the wall, trying not to cough, he straightened. He sighed another soft sigh and started off again.

    Sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired.

    Esmeralda Gramilton


      Wow, amazing job!

      I am so, so, soooo sorry for falling off the face of the Earth!

      I have had way too many stories going on, and I feel really bad for neglecting this one, but I haven’t put aside enough time for it.

      I’ll keep trying, and hopefully my brain cooperates.

      “No-one can judge your worth; They can only influence the judgement of your worth.” ~Elysso



      *clapping* Great job, you two!

      Just have one thing to say: In one place, Logan says he’s Captain Blackmoore  and in another place he says he’s Captain Douglas. I believe Blackmoore is the correct name but I just wanted to bring that to your attention.

      Psalm 119:11
      Your word I have hidden in my heart,
      That I might not sin against You.

      Kayla Skywriter


      Great job. I really liked those ones.

      How we chose to fight is just as important as what we fight for

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