There's a market between the worlds. It's a dirty, grimy place where the Changelings wait. They've already paid half the fare for their journey, so in a way I guess they're already beyond redemption.
I can see it in their eyes.
The way they watch me as they hawk their salvaged wares. Garbage and broken things that over time fell through the cracks and rolled far enough onto this side of darkness that one was brave enough to venture out to the edge and bring it back.
But none of them have seen what I have seen. None of them have been as close to the edge as I have.
And they know it.
They fear me.
So as I stare down the Minotaur in a face off over my breakfast, I send up silent prayers that their fear of me holds.
Because I'm fucking hungry.
I didn't start here though, my journey started in the darkness.
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Emmeline, the girl in the storm
FantasyDo you ever get the feeling you were born for so much more than this? On the 31st of December there was always a dawn, there was always Emmeline, and there were always tears. The day Emmeline turns twenty-one marks the return of the darkness that to...
