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A Wind Dancer’s Lead Part 3

Last part of the story. Catch up with Part 1 and Part 2

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Everyone sprang into action at once. A blast of fire hit Pross in the face as he raised his sword. As Serk shot a bolt of lightning from his staff, an arrow embedded itself in his back. Scrie’s Healer met the same end as the Wizard. Charles found his head cleaved by the elven Wind Dancer. A burst of fire from the ground sent the sweet stench of Key’s and Lep’s seared flesh into the air.
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A Wind Dancer’s Lead Part 2

Be sure to read Part 1 here
Then, when you are finished with this part, read the end of the story in Part 3
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Bight jerked into a sitting position, hands shooting to his neck. A fire raged from the unbroken skin. Wrestling with the grimace on his face, he leaned back into his seat. The pull on the back of his head lessened as slack returned to the wire attached to him. A sigh left his mouth, taking with it the cold bite of the knife. He lowered his hand and opened his eyes.
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A Wind Dancer’s Lead Part 1

Part 2 is now up. Read it here
Then finish the story with Part 3
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“Put up your wards! They’re coming,” Bight shouted, dropping off the top of the stone wall and back into the fortress. He drew his pair of long daggers and cast a glance over his shoulder.
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The Monster That Controls Me

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This is the second of the two poems I’ve written recently. Be sure to read the first here

The Monster That Controls Me

I am not the monster that controls me.
I am the defeated the world has not seen.
He whispers to me that I am steady
While ripping me apart before I’m ready.
He tells me I don’t need a team,
But doing this alone feels like a dream.

The smile on my face is a beast of its own,
I cannot control it, it sits on a throne.
Everything I say comes with the wrong tone,
What should be a shout instead is a groan.

I am the knight in shining armor
Who waits for his damsel, who doesn’t know her,
To save him from his dragons, who treat him unsure
And put him on down like a mad cur.

When will someone see
That a monster controls me?
There is a door, but I am without key.
When will someone come and let me be free?

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