Category: Lost Heroines

  • Finding Gratitude, Part 4

    Lana stared at Nahc, very confused. The crow-boy wasn’t looking at her, so much as he was…strutting. He walked up and down the rooftop. “Mmmh! Bah! Zabba-dee, zabbi-doo, you can’t hear it, Wing?” “Wing?” Lana asked. “The music, wing, the music!” Nahc spun on a taloned foot, and crowed to the sky again. “The wind soaring through the buildings, whistling through new ruins and older successes that stand in defiance, it makes a melody that […]

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  • Finding Gratitude, Part 3

    Darkling           Just keep moving upwards. A mantra that had always served Lana well. Danger was on the ground, where she could be seen. The girl dug her claw into the stone, and clutched the edge of the building. It wasn’t one of the great structures, but still a ten-story building, more than double what she had generally seen before Gratitude. Lana crawled onto the roof and away from the ledge before she let herself […]

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  • Finding Gratitude, Part 2

    My name is Emelia, and I am the Green Witch. I have power over magic, and I am a heroine for justice. I was also at the moment running scared for my life from five policemen. The troll partner of the policemen I had apparently…subdued, was leading the charge, followed by a couple ogres, something I had never seen before that looked like a bird-man, and a very fast dwarf. All of them looked furious, […]

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  • Finding Gratitude, Part 1

    The Green Witch A scream pierced the night sky. Trouble in Gratitude. The buildings stood stoic, silent to the cries of another in trouble. Hundreds of eyes looked down at the sound of the noise. They found the man, and his attacker, and returned to their own world. None blamed them. The foe was a troll, and burlier than most, well over six feet tall and two hundred pounds. His horns curled around his ears […]

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  • A Mess of Magical Proportions

    There was another death. Death wasn’t unusual for Meadlowlark. Especially with this beast haunting the woods. But what was unusual was finding a body. Usually Rusted Jowls never let anyone escape its clutches. This time it got sloppy. The townsfolk wheeled the man down the main street. Everyone saw its mangled arms, the gaping wound in its left side. Meadowlark wasn’t large, closer to what we were used to. There were no secrets once a […]

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  • Namesake

    “I want to be Batgirl!” “No!” I was adamant on this point. I had been adamant about it when Lana had found the book squirrelled against one side of the pack. Still adamant for the next few weeks, right up till yesterday when we reached Leftarch. Lana was not going to be named Batgirl. Lana pouted, and almost stuck her tongue out. “Not fair. I even look like it.” To be fair, she did. The […]

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