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The night was quiet; it seemed that even the dark city slumbered. Sleepy looking shopkeepers idled in their respective buildings, no citizens appeared to be out and about. Demetria rode along on her p ...

Now that her own personal quest had been over for weeks and brought her back to her adopted home, life was back to normal. The shock of discovering the truth about her heritage had subsided and Demetr ...

Surprise was not something Demetria felt when she read the decree. Though she did not know the second one mentioned, she was aware of the identity of the first. Aside from that, the stories abounded a ...

The sting of humiliation was gradually ebbing. Though she was sure other people working with poisons injured themselves, she was angry with herself for joining those ranks.

It was bad enough that s ...

The bandages she'd found and so gleefully wrapped herself didn't quite work out. In fact, later that night after training and during a conversation with her friend Ciara, Demetria passed out cold from ...

Though at first, there was much excitement at 'growing up' when Demetria had begun her growth supplements, she quickly realized a downside.

The new curves across her upper body had become a point o ...

From the landscape of dreams and nightmares, she became aware of the presence. A presence. Squinting around the cave, she stayed perfectly still. No evidence of anything. Or anybody. With a frown, Dem ...

When she peered out of the crevice in which she had taken up an inadvertent residence, Demetria got a good whiff of the odor rising up from the festering wound on her shoulder. As she leaned to pick u ...

Weak but determined, when the day broke, Demetria managed her way to the opening of the crevice. Her hand snaked out and grabbed the tunic she'd left just outside in the hope it would absorb dew. Luck ...

With the help of some preternatural wash of strength and stoicism, and against common sense and training, Demetria managed to pull the shaft out of her shoulder. It was a good hit, she had to admit to ...

The Umbran had no idea that there was more than one person stalking her. Indeed the band from the Heartwood had covered their theories well, dressing alike, using the same bows, the arrows crafted by ...

Great work Ms. Ab'Arawn! Despite my inherent distrust of kitsunes (nothing personal, but they are considered demonic!) the art is gorgeous.

Creepy.

I like it.

Several Months Past
In the Heartwood, things went along much as they always had before Demetria's arrival and after her removal from the community. Though the decision to put out a child seemed har ...

With the conviction in her heart that she was being tested, or perhaps even trained, Demetria rode on. Each shot exchanged was returned with another in kind between the Umbran and the as-yet unseen op ...