1. Dara

    Private The Mirror Moon

    It was mid morning. The foreman's house was in a green glen at the bottom of the hill. His wife didn't like him smoking in the parlor, so he sat on the porch with his ivory pipe. The view he had of the approaching guardsman was a long and lazy one. Puffs of smoke curled around the foreman's head...
  2. Dara

    Private The Mirror Moon

    They all called Dara the wordweaver, but it was Jona's voice that had the depth to move, the weight to be heard over the din of the fire. You didn't need a temple for this kind of song, ancient as it was. Anyone was a priest when they sang. Others joined in. It was not a moment to measure...
  3. Dara

    Private The Mirror Moon

    If only they could stay knit together like that, safe against the blight and the foreman's orders and Janu's maps and everyone who was dead and moved on and everyone who was still alive and moving in the dawn, getting ready for the next work bell. But there was still work to do, and Jona and...
  4. Dara

    Private The Mirror Moon

    Those sleek words of Dara's, didn't come. Jona brought him up and tore him down in just a few breaths, in that sincere way of his. Didn't let him squirm out of it this time. He closed his eyes against the heat that welled up around them. And in that darkness, imagined what the blight would...
  5. Dara

    Private The Mirror Moon

    They worked in silence for a long time. Jona stacking wood, while Dara got the body ready. Washed the grime and blight off Nils' face, stuffed the wound with sawdust so that it'd stop seeping. Laid the dead man's favorite pick across his chest. It was the one with a strip of yellow fabric...
  6. Dara

    Private The Mirror Moon

    Above, the world was grey. The rest of the day shift were trying to find what little rest they could. Janu dozed between bags of bone ash, feet propped up on a crate, boots still on. Leaned against the side of the mess hall, Kohada had crawled beneath a thin wool blanket, nothing but that...
  7. Dara

    Private The Mirror Moon

    A grim smile cracked across Dara's face. He couldn't quite make it to a laugh, heavy as his chest was. "Sounded like a braying donkey, caught in a snare. You'd think we were murdering him." Pushing off the ground with a knee, Dara peeled away. He let his hands stay caught until the last...
  8. Dara

    Private The Mirror Moon

    Janu swore under his breath. The rest of them turned away, save for Dara. He remained kneeling at the edge, straining foward in the dark to see where Jona went. It took one strike. The arc of sap that spilled upward was black, not red. It wasn't a killing blow, not really - Nils was only a place...
  9. Dara

    Private The Mirror Moon

    There had been a cave-in the day before. A crumble of ground beneath their feet, collapsing into a lower tunnel, dug decades ago. The maps had mentioned the unstable route. Janu, who could read, had mentioned the maps. The foreman told them to dig anyway. Now, Nils was dead. The crew worked...
  10. Dara

    Oikeus, Vapaus, Vastuu | A Peasants' Rebellion

    Unfortunately for Dara, he is a guy who lives within Baron Hvithelm's territory. He would like nothing bad to happen to his ma and the family cow
  11. Dara

    Dara Kacima

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