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Call of the VoidShe stood at the edge of The Edge. The Edge is what they called the tip of tallest point in their piss poor excuse for a town. The rickety old iron tower that was once a monument. Once stood proud and true on the edge of the mountain. But now just scrap metal, like everything else west of the sun.
But that’s where she stood, staring down. She could see the backs of birds as they glided above the dead winter fields. Her long gaze shifted out. Scraggly trees that hadn’t bore any kind of vegetation in generations dotted the view and spanned on for miles. There was nothing out there, there was nothing here. Just wind, rock, and dirt.
A lot of dirt. But more dirt in the town than in the earth even.
She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Air filled her lungs until she felt her chest puff. She held it. One step. One step was all it ever took. It never frightened her.
She took the step. Countdown begins. Ten… Nine…
She felt everything fall off and away. Her bitter
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It was dark and damp. The smell of earth hung strongly in the air, a light cool draft flowing against his thin frame. Suggesting maybe a cave? A tunnel? He couldn’t be sure, definitely in a mountain though. He knew that much, for some reason. But how on earth did he get there? The closest mountains were to the west, hundreds of miles away from his relatively flat home, so where was he?
He felt his attention drift involuntarily in an unknown direction. A soft blue light illuminated the odd space and he could make out the round features of the inside of a tunnel. Strangely enough, he was nervous, like something was terribly wrong. He began to look around for something, for someone, but he wasn’t sure what or who. Then, near him down the length of the tunnel, he saw a figure. Without thinking, he began to walk to the stranger until finally he was less than a foot away from them.
They were small, much much tinier than him. A young girl, presumably human. Her
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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