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Creative Writing: What In The Eight Realms

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Siir’ack raised a single digit into the air. Air flowed from his finger, covering his own ear canals and forming an invisible bubble elsewhere; to the passive observer, nothing at all was happening. With a burst of which only Siir’ack was conscious of, a deafening sound echoed throughout the throne room. This sound, amplified by the lack of sufficient padding, reverberated off the stone floor and wall. All present, save Siir’ack and Onychinusa, were subject to a splitting noise that shook glasses, plates, and silverware. If the windows of the palace had been installed, they may have broken. “What in the Eight Realms?!” shouted many, clutching their undoubtedly pounding heads and grabbing chairs for support. Siir’ack motioned to Onychinusa, …show more content…

“Will any of you make an offer on the estate?” As all four began speaking at once, Onychinusa raised an eyebrow. After a moment, she raised a hand for silence. “One at a time, then. Latet. Your offer?” The powerful currents of air bent and twisted in ways impossible for nature alone to achieve. They toyed with a medallion with the name, ‘Vagys,’ emblazoned across it, like a mark for death. Perhaps that is what it was. Vagys ceased the flow of air and the medallion fell back into his outstretched hand, weight finally having its consequence. Why do I keep this object, this reminder? He sighed and set the medallion on the dresser beside his bed. Don’t want to sleep. Three long, sleepless days, and still, I do not want it. The nightmares, their horrible, bloodied faces… The laughter of his cousin who had taken his own life sounded throughout Vagys’ head, like some terrible jester of the Eight Realms, cursing and damning him. A feeling rivaled only by the terrible fear of death filled Vagys. His throat constricted, his heart grew heavy, until finally the warming despair of fatigue overwhelmed and he drifted to the dream

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