J. Pagaduan
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I write a little bit of everything, from short litfic pieces to epic length dark fantasy series, to poetry and essays about trauma.
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Savior of the Damned. Content Warning.
September 24th Phaedra walked behind Eldren, swathed in her new light cloak, as she followed him from the airship dock to Temple. The inner gates nestled at the back were an agonizing way off. Phaedra resisted the urge to reach out to Torin or Luca, not wanting to draw attention to her herself or them. She knew, without having to even look at them, that they were the same emotional wrecks she was. In Phaedra’s case, it was at least bittersweet. She conceded to herself that Torin and Luca themselves were far more likely to be assumed to be the enemy than she would be.
By J. Pagaduanabout a year ago in Chapters
Savior of the Damned. Content Warning.
September 17th The captain closed the door of her quarters as Phaedra sat at the table in the spacious room. Demeter was off with Eldren and Merethyl, who had been with the few people that survived the escape from the flying fortress. The captain had given the orders to take off before the meeting, but requested a discussion with Phaedra.
By J. Pagaduanabout a year ago in Chapters
Savior of the Damned. Content Warning.
August 1st Phaedra sat in her room, feeling beat down. New clothes had replaced the old ones, and she rolled her tight shoulders, trying to relax. Making sure she was alone, Phaedra reached under her shirt and pulled out the Godstone. Every one that existed looked different. Each one had its own story, too. Looking at the crystal that enclosed a leaf with what looked like a caterpillar, she wondered what this one was for. They were supposed to birth gods—or so the rumors went—and it was hard to say just by looking at it. Orso wouldn’t have gifted it if he didn’t think it was important. Especially not by risking Eldren’s life like that.
By J. Pagaduanabout a year ago in Chapters
Savior of the Damned. Content Warning.
July 4th Phaedra looked around the field. She knew he was here. She could sense his presence, a live spark in a world where everything was dead or dying. Phaedra drew her weapon against her will, her hand trembling. She didn’t want to fight Eldren, but if he pressed her, she might not have a choice.
By J. Pagaduanabout a year ago in Chapters
Savior of the Damned. Content Warning.
June 27th Phaedra walked up to the gates. They were closed, which she didn’t find surprising. The bushes and vining plants were so overgrown on the wrought-iron fence she was a little worried she wouldn’t be able to open the gates. She looked to either side, but all she could see was the length of the fence. The bushes looked to be blackberries, and Phaedra stopped for a moment to have some. When she had last been at Temple, they were small and green, but these looked ripe enough to eat. She groaned as the berries burst with a tart sweetness. Being somewhat dead meant she could eat for pleasure but didn’t need the sustenance. It was frustrating. Aurelius supplied food and drink, but it was nothing like this.
By J. Pagaduanabout a year ago in Chapters
Savior of the Damned. Content Warning.
June 27th Phaedra walked up to the gates. They were closed, which she didn’t find surprising. The bushes and vining plants were so overgrown on the wrought-iron fence she was a little worried she wouldn’t be able to open the gates. She looked to either side, but all she could see was the length of the fence. The bushes looked to be blackberries, and Phaedra stopped for a moment to have some. When she had last been at Temple, they were small and green, but these looked ripe enough to eat. She groaned as the berries burst with a tart sweetness. Being somewhat dead meant she could eat for pleasure but didn’t need the sustenance. It was frustrating. Aurelius supplied food and drink, but it was nothing like this.
By J. Pagaduanabout a year ago in Chapters
