louder than thunder chapter 4"The day they arrived, I was to sacrifice five hundred slaves for the good fortune of our warriors. I woke before dawn, and as my attendants bathed and dressed me I wondered whether the five hundred doomed ones were being sent to a meaningless death. The palefaced devils and their traitor army had carved a ruinous path through the empire, and the fact that they had managed to get as far into our territory at all was a testament to their prowess. I had heard tales of their staves that could spit flame and rip holes in the shields of our jaguar warriors. I heard of their great beasts of war that ran as fast as a deer and could trample men to death. I heard of the mysterious weapons that rained thunder upon our army and destroyed entire battalions. However, when they prisoners of war were brought under my knife I found that they were nothing more than cowardly dogs that hid behind metal plates for protection. Their real might came from the tribute kingdoms that had betrayed the glorious e
louder than thunder chapter 3Lena Neferet Parr was sitting in her room when the storm started. She was in a Victorian mansion that her father had bought, though he never really used it. Now that she was eighteen she just stayed there by herself, as it was the house closest to her school. She was sitting in her room when it started. The room was large, but cozy, with a thick carpet, a four poster, and a large fireplace. however, there was evidence of fire in the room, and not caused by the fireplace. Scorch marks mottled the ceiling, marring the paintings that covered them. Indeed, the marks covered most of the building. She was doing a bit of history homework when the wind suddenly picked up outside her window. She looked out, and saw a cloud of dust hanging outside her window. But this dust was strange. It shimmered, and seemed to glow. As if made of millions of tiny diamonds.
The whole house seemed to shake from the impact of the sound. Another girl might have been afraid, but Lena had means of protecting h
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Despair. Utter despair. That was what we felt right now. We'd opened the door on our way out of the classroom, but a patrol almost caught us as soon as we put our heads out the door.
It would seem that someone knew of our escape from Abel's classroom. Sure, there had been teachers on the way up, but it seemed that there were more now than there had been before. I blamed Abel at once, but Ella quickly discounted that. "Didn't you hear the shot? He killed himself. And even if he hadn't, why would he give us weapons, and the key to the door, and then alert the rest of them?"
"Well, I suppose so. But who could have warned them? We know that no teachers saw us on the way up". I was stumped. And that's where we left it. My master plan to get to the security booth had failed, before it had even started. We needed to rethink things a bit. "Ok, so if we can't do that, what so we do?"
"I'll go look around", Rhys said. I didn't know him well, but the boy seemed to have something on his mind.
short storyIt was midday, and we'd been under siege since well, it's a good question, really. It seemed like it'd been going on forever. They'd reduced the rolling emerald hills and misty wooded vales of the Aquitaine region to a stinking bog ridden with filthy water. That and the epidemic of parasitic hemophilia that had been going around the camp had weakened the morale of the troops considerably. Known as 'vampirism' by the common people of the area, it was a virus that caused the brain to develop a craving for blood. It usually passed within days, but the danger was more to the people around the victim than the victim itself. The craving for blood was so acute that the diseased would often actively attack people to get to them. We had to lock up several men to stop them from doing so. We've since linked the cause of the infection to the actual vampires in the enemy camp, which sustained themselves on spinal fluids and were much less messy about their feeding. The enemy had be
beyond the rift chapter 1"Katarina Adzovic, you have been convicted of grand theft, murder, and treason. For these crimes, you have been sentenced to die. However, his royal majesty's law states that you have the choice between death, and slavery. What do you choose?"
"I choose slavery." A murmur arose in the jury. The bigoted swine probably thought that my choice was a fate worse than death. But what's wrong with Africans? No one ever explained that to me.
"You have made your choice. You shall spend fifty years on Hofmann farm. Katarina Adzovic, god help you."
The Hofmann family believed that they were doing god's work by taking in condemned prisoners and using them as unpaid labor. They thought that doing so would help them to find god and atone for their sins. Of course, that didn't mean they didn't whip them when they did so much as speak out of turn. But when Katarina Adzovic turned up on their doorstep, with a mischievous smirk twisting her pleasant features, they knew they were in for a chall