Alis: A Short Story

Instead of pondering Mithian’s offer of sex, Arthur’s thoughts turned to Guinevere, as they often did during times of stress and tumult. A part of him hated her for not being there with him right now, while another part was satisfied with her banishment.

They saw the hurt, the regretful longing in my eyes. They saw that I would light up a rare smile every time he entered the room and then squirm irrepressibly at my squeaky wooden desk filled with doodles when the couple would come in contact with each other. They never called me jealous or selfish, never made me live my biggest fear. They saw the incessant glances I desperately tried to hide and the stares my tinted pink face blushed at when noticed. They’d see the strain of hope I’d get when he was near me. They knew, just knew with every fiber of their being, that the bump would just grow larger and wilder, sending the road of perfection itself into chaos. Lionel was always a wise observer. He always

Arthur sighed, tipped his head back, and stared up at the heavens. “Damn it, no, Gawain. I would never want that. I can’t imagine ruling without you by my side.” He lowered his gaze. “I hate you sometimes, but even with that, I still love you as a brother and always will.”

I spin around to see him catching up to me. “At least let me buy you a new drink.” he gestures to the door.

He didn’t wait for her to answer. Gawain crossed the other side of the table and went to his knees before her. “On my honor as a Knight of Camelot, I swear I will be true to you and you alone, Drea, for as long as you’ll have me.”

“Sire, your love for Guinevere is like none I have seen, and the entire kingdom knows she loves you the same in return. I promise, one night with Gawain will not change her unyielding love for you.”

“Well it is delightful to meet you, too.” she replied while they chose a table to sit at. “You can order whatever you would like and I will pay for it and be on my way.”

"That will do!" The fourth Blade was a little older and wore a red sash to show that he was in charge. He tapped the cat's-eye pommel of his sword. "Good chance to you, Mother Celandine."

In an unusual turn of events, Gawain took on a serious tone. “We haven’t much time until the middle of the night when we’re confined to our quarters. Things need to move alone, and you uh, need time to consummate the marriage.”

A knock on the door interrupted them before Michonne could formulate a response to what just happened. He groaned, shutting his eyes tightly and resting his forehead against hers. “Yeah?” He called out to the knocker.

Was it a normal, ordinary day. Also, it’s my first day at high school and new friends Awais met. Around Awais walked, saw a teacher, asked how his day was. Never responded. Maybe Awais should make sure he could see me, but at least he knew his name, it was Randy. By me, many teachers walked, but they also never responded. It also seemed like Randy had a gas tank with him.

to our grade. One of the many things that make her so special is her

Ainia's life has never been exactly easy. To start things off her father left her when she was born. Growing up she didn't care about men. She lived in a town where everyone knew everyone. She thought it was just perfect. But every world has their downfalls. In her world if you weren't able to fight for yourself you weren't able to live. So she was trained to be strong and learned how to live. Other than that, life was good for Aniya was good. She had friends, got good grades and had a nice home life. There was something she was constantly told. She was always told how bad the humans were. They told her they were bad, didn't take care of their world and didn't care for anyone but themselves. She ended up hating humans. "If you can't take care

Aranloth did not answer straightaway. It seemed as though he still debated something within his own mind, and this troubled Brand more than anything, for the lòhren was usually swift to assess a situation and to make a decision.

"That would be perfect how bout I get you a special drink when the feast starts?"