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She could not remember the last time her heart had raced so fast. Nor could she remember the last time she had been so out of breath, so tired, her legs felt like they were weighed down by rock and mud. She dared not look behind her, as she ran, afraid that what might be chasing her would catch up.  She had not seen it. Only had she seen Brynjar racing towards her, eyes wide with horror, screaming at her to run. Screaming at her to not look back. So, she had done as he had wished. Though, she would not be able to explain why. Perhaps it had been something in his eyes, the fear, or the way he had been so forceful when he told her. All she k

The music was loud that night, and the patrons were well beyond their usual level of drunkenness and mischief. The fire roared to life many hours before, continuously stoked by the kitchen staff in back as they made their way round with food and drinks ordered minutes, even hours, beforehand. If they were late, the guests didn’t seem to mind, all were too busy listening to the minstrel strum his lute and sing his wistful songs of the lands he travelled.    Among all this merriment, the Bannered Mare was making much coin, for where else would drunken travellers find rest, if not with the women of Whiterun who offer their services for t

A man went off to war today, A soldier born and bred, His father fought in Afghanistan, His uncle in Iran. A man went off to war today, Like his grandfather before, A private sent to Vietnam, His home, left broke and torn. A man went off to war today, A father newly made, He leaves behind a pregnant wife, And a daughter, barely eight. A man went off to war today, With companion at his side, Best friend, and tent buddy, To sniff out hidden mines. A man went off to war today, A lost soul who won't return, So many tears are shed for him, Though he never thought they would. A man went off to war today, And many, like him, more, To fight to k

If the world had no super heroes, Would the sun be less bright? Would the minds of the mad perish, Or flourish, with delight? Would Bruce Wayne have more money? Or have died on the streets that night, With his mother holding his hands, And his father’s eyes, with no light? Would Superman have missed earth, When shot out into space? Such a tiny babe in a space crib, With no one to save. Would the Amazons and Diana, With swords and muscles might, Been trapped in Themyscara, A princess, with no throan. Would Thor still be in Asgaard? With Loki at his side, Or would he have suffered on the battlefield, Or died in a broken home? Would T