The Sheikah War Chap 2 by Centrau-Guardian, literature
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The Sheikah War Chap 2
The silence of the people before him was almost a tangible thing. The deep pounding of Sahib's heart and the soft shifting of sand beneath his feet almost felt like an affront to the tense atmosphere. He clutched at his cloak tightly, knuckles aching under the strain of his grip. Something curdled in his stomach and for a worrying moment he thought he was going to be sick before the whole ordeal had even started. Desperately he searched out Saffiya's face in the crowd, anxious for something reassuring to help ease his fear. The masses of red haired people woven into the cloaked figures hid her from him and he gulped frantically.
His nerves
Legends usually start with a blue-eyed boy in a backwards town in the middle of nowhere, completely unaware of the future he would have. The usually encompass epic timelines, battles and wars and sacrifice and heroism. There's always a beautiful blonde girl, typically born into royalty, but so kind and innocent that she opens the hearts of all around her. She's obviously the main driver of the story, a reason for the hero to fight, his purpose in everything he does. He slays the dragon for her, maims the traitors in her name, murders the villain of the piece before returning to her hard-won kiss.
Sahib plucked the strings of his lute with li
Angel Story Arc - Michael by Centrau-Guardian, literature
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Angel Story Arc - Michael
The raindrops were cold against his flushed skin. He traced his fingers back and forth on the closed window, catching the racing droplets on his fingertips. The back of hands were lashed with the fury of the storm, his trench coat shielding the rest of him from the brunt of it. He sighed heavily, breath puffing out in a misty cloud as he tucked his frozen hand back into his pocket, and turned abruptly away from the window. Daring a glance up at the dark sky above, he grudgingly began to make his way home.
They'd been happy again, the family sat around the fire, laughing and joking as they played board games and were blind to the dark shado
Gabrielle - Chapter One??? by Centrau-Guardian, literature
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Gabrielle - Chapter One???
The first time he saw her, she wasn't exactly the fearsome beast he had been told to expect. Curled into a foetal ball in the corner, shivers quivering the unmarred skin of her back, she had actually looked rather pathetic. He'd found himself sneering with the flash of disgust that had rushed through him, washing away the edge of fear that had ensnared him since being informed of his assignment.
He'd been told he was needed to guard an asset. To watch over something powerful and fearful, something that could tear the world apart in a flurry of unearthly power and monstrous, howling rage.
Instead, it appeared he was now a babysitter.
In
Belonging - Kobato Spoilers by Centrau-Guardian, literature
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Belonging - Kobato Spoilers
Fujimoto sighed softly as he pressed down on the old keys of the forgotten piano. Despite having been abandoned here years ago by the last owners, its notes rang clear and true. He felt a sense of something beautiful imbued in the ivory as he carelessly teased a few chords from them.
It made him smile. He hadn't played since all those years ago, when long strawberry-blonde strands would bounce as she haphazardly attempted to dance, blushing under his scowl and rolled eyes. He couldn't supress a chuckle as he remembered how she would stamp and pout at him, whirling away in a fit of pique as the children watched and grinned at them. Slowly h
She held the feathers in her hands, the soft fronds of white tickling against her fingers. Each one crumpled delicately in her grip, each solitary fragile feather bending to the verge of snapping. The folds of her kimono whispered gently with the night's breeze, the lash of it against her legs keeping her grounded. Keeping her from simply whimpering and falling to the ground.
He watched her silently. Always silently. She longed for him to do something, to step in, to hold her sweetly and so desperately close. But he always just stood, distant and silent.
Delicate cracks ground against her palm. She shuddered as she forced her fingers to