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A Mother's Fear
Author: J.K. Hades
last update2026-06-23 02:28:31

The grandfather clock in the grand hallway of the Bishop's Residence chimed the midnight hour. The heavy metallic gongs reverberated through the quiet corridors. Jamie sat alone in the private armory located in the eastern wing of the estate. The previous bishop had used the room to store ceremonial armor and holy relics. Jamie had cleared the display cases to make room for functional steel. Heavy wooden racks lined the stone walls holding spare broadswords and weighted training gear. A thick i
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  • The Clone's Intelligence

    A tall figure stepped out from the shadows and blocked the narrow stone stairs.Sefa stood with her hand resting casually on the hilt of her hunting dagger. The hunter glared at the young woman with piercing dark eyes."Where are you going?" Sefa demanded. Her voice carried a cold firm authority."Nora told me to dust the library," Flora replied smoothly. She held up the dirty gray rag as proof. "I am just following orders. I want to be useful to the camp.""The library is a restricted area," Sefa stated. She did not move from the center of the stairs. "There is no food or weapons up there. There is no reason for you to wander the upper levels.""I do not want weapons," Flora pleaded. She let her shoulders slump in a display of total defeat. "I just want to clean the shelves. Why do you block my path Sefa. What have I done to offend you.""Because I do not trust a single word falling out of your mouth," Sefa answered truthfully."I am unarmed," Flora said. She opened her empty hands t

  • The Clone's Rejection

    Flora knelt beside a large wooden basin filled with soapy water and soaked tunics. She rolled up the sleeves of her torn wool dress and reached for a heavy scrub brush. She wore a mask of quiet sorrow designed to disarm the hostile villagers around her.Nora stepped forward and kicked the wooden basin. The soapy water sloshed over the rim and soaked Flora's bare knees."Keep your hands out of that bucket," Nora demanded. The young villager glared at the new arrival with open hostility.Flora pulled her hands back and looked up with wide innocent eyes. "The water is heavy Nora. I only want to help you wring out the wool. I want to earn my keep in this camp."Greta dropped a pile of dirty leather armor onto the wet stones. The older woman wiped sweat from her forehead and scoffed loudly."We washed our own clothes before you got here," Greta said. "We will wash them after you leave. We do not need your help.""Why do you hate me?," Flora asked. She let her voice tremble with rehearsed v

  • The Black Raven

    Commander Vakar dipped his iron quill into a glass inkwell. He signed the final requisition form and pushed the heavy parchment across his wooden desk. Rain drummed a steady rhythm against the canvas roof of the capital command tent. The sprawling Vanguard staging grounds outside remained oblivious to the crisis brewing in the lower basin. Vakar rubbed his tired eyes and reached for the next stack of administrative paperwork.Lieutenant Hale stepped into the tent and offered a crisp salute. The officer wore the blue crest of the Deaser family on his shoulder pauldron. He set a leather bound ledger onto the desk."The latest reports from the southern mountain passes," Hale announced.Vakar picked up the top sheet and scanned the neat aristocratic handwriting. His jaw tightened as he read the tactical summary. The report detailed a minor demonic skirmish near Alabaster Street. The most damning sentence sat at the bottom of the page. It stated Commander Jamie had fled the settlement unde

  • The Bloody Courier

    Thick branches whipped across Finn's face and tore his skin as he plunged blindly into the dark forest. The freezing rain turned the mountain soil into a slick trap of deep mud and exposed roots. He slid down a steep embankment and slammed his shoulder against a massive boulder. The impact sent a blinding flash of agony up his neck.He did not stop moving. He pinned the leather ledger tight against his ribs using his right elbow. His hands were useless purple lumps of shattered bone swinging at his sides. The Deaser interrogators had ensured he would never hold a weapon again. They failed to realize a knight scout did not need a sword to run.The echoing thud of armored hooves drifted through the trees behind him. Galen Deaser had unleashed his private assassins into the wilderness. The six killers rode fast warhorses and carried lanterns that cast long dancing shadows across the pines. They were tracking the trail of fresh blood Finn left on the wet leaves.He pushed himself off the

  • The Rejection

    The rain showed no signs of stopping. Jamie stood near the eastern perimeter wall of the High Estate and inspected the masonry. He ran his bare hand over the wet granite blocks to check for structural fractures. The demonic horde outside remained silent. The quiet siege tested the nerves of every single person trapped inside the courtyard.A soft coughing fit broke the steady rhythm of the storm. Jamie turned away from the wall. Flora stood a few paces behind him. The young woman shivered violently beneath her damp wool blanket. She had wandered away from the warmth of the central cooking fire. Godric watched her from the parapet above but he did not knock an arrow. The girl looked too frail to pose any threat.Flora took a hesitant step closer to the capital commander. She kept her head bowed and let her dark hair cling wetly to her pale cheeks. She coughed again and wrapped her arms around her stomach."You should be by the fire," Jamie stated flatly. He did not move toward her. "Th

  • Her Arrival

    Godric stood on the stone parapet and drew his bowstring back to his cheek. The tall archer ignored the freezing rain slicking his hair to his forehead. He stared through the toxic gray fog blanketing the lower elevation. The demonic horde had remained unnervingly still for the past three hours. The giant shadow clones and possessed wolves maintained their strict siege lines around the High Estate.A sudden frantic splashing sound broke the silence.Godric narrowed his eyes and tracked the noise. A small figure burst out of the dense fog. A young woman in a torn wool dress sprinted up the muddy incline toward the shattered estate gates. She stumbled over loose cobblestones and gasped for air.Three shadow clones pursued her closely. The dark entities reached out with formless claws and swiped at her fleeing heels. A feral wolf flanked her on the right and snapped its jaws just inches from her bare leg. The monsters were herding her toward the sanctuary like a pack of hunting dogs."Su

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