Knight of Fire Breath: Nothing but Words [Part 3] by CarmineKanzer, literature
Literature
Knight of Fire Breath: Nothing but Words [Part 3]
When I woke up, the sickle was in my hands.
I was back in the plains, right next to the statue of the four dragons. Some yards further, Kankri was waking up with a growl of pain.
“What happened?”, he asked drowsily. “Where is Kanira?”
I stood up, and helped him out. That's when I saw the eerie glow coming from the statues.
The portal had been opened.
“We're too late.”, Kankri gasped. “He's crossed through!”
“No.”, I said. “We still have a chance. Come on!”
I took his hand in mine, sickle in the other, and ran through the portal, faithful in the Maker's writing. I kn
Knight of Fire Breath: Nothing but Words [Part 2] by CarmineKanzer, literature
Literature
Knight of Fire Breath: Nothing but Words [Part 2]
The surface I woke up on wasn't hard, unlike marble. That's how I first knew I was somewhere else.
As I woke up, stretching my arms and wings, I saw I was in some kind of room painted in white. One wall was replaced by vertical bars, as if it was some kind of prison; peeking through, I saw other similar cells along a long corridor. At one end was a large, white door. There were indistinct silhouettes in some of the cells, although most of them were empty.
“So you're awake.”
I turned around, and saw I wasn't alone.
“Do not worry, you winged demon. My last wish is to harm you, although you do inspire in me a foreign fear.
Knight of Fire Breath: Nothing but Words [Part 1] by CarmineKanzer, literature
Literature
Knight of Fire Breath: Nothing but Words [Part 1]
Leaning over the broken engine of this rusty car, my hands soiled with grease and motor oil, I was trying to find what was going on with those wires. Mr Captor had blamed a problem with the battery or something like that, but again, I wondered why he couldn't simply fix it himself. At least this guy got somewhere with his life.
Behind me, the Zahhak elder was polishing the car's body, although he was rather demolishing it even more than cleaning it. Poor dude. Why did he agree to hire me, again? But hey, not like if I was complaining. At least my miserable salary, when joined with Dad's, was enough to pay the bills.
“Stop being so