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From the sand to the gods.

Ink illuminating the lives of all.

Daemin dropped onto his back with an audible thud and grinned when Tsorril winced. “You’re going to break your back doing that,” Tsorril admonished, not looking up from the blade he was polishing. Daemin knew that the other elf was watching him in the reflection on the sword’s flawless face, however. “So? Will you take care of me when I’m crippled?” Daemin struck an exaggeratedly pathetic face for Tsorril’s enjoyment. “Will you stop smiling so much when you’re crippled?” “Probably not,” Daemi...

He could feel himself starting to slow down; he was getting tired. Of course, it was his own fault he was in this situation to begin with. Tsorril had made the mistake of praising his own skill to a classmate, and the instructor had overheard his boasting. “All right then,” he had declared. “If you’re so good, you should be able to beat everyone here.” The instructor had meant everyone. There were seventeen of his peers in the Arial, a school for the young warriors of the noble clans. Tsorril...

There is a pair of characters that have been rolling around in my head for a while, though they don't have any stories of their own and they don't even have names. I'm kind of falling in love with the pair, but I fear it may just be a part of my eccentricity. I'll always write about them privately, probably, but I'd like to know if anyone else would like to read about them or their world. They are essentially Drow, or dark elves, though all I'm keeping is the coloration of black skin and ligh...