Lisa Staires
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Faylen's Lost Company
I watched silently as a man dressed from head to toe in black, only a few bits of silver gleamed in the light on his low brimmed hat and buckle. I could barely make out his slender rugged yet handsome face, but his gleaming dark eyes darted this way and that as if he was searching for someone. They landed on me and I had to look away. His gaze was so intense and wild. I felt like his prey in some odd way. Maybe I was overthinking things a bit. I am not anyone’s prey, or victim, or anything like that. I refuse to go through that again. I tucked a strand of my deep auburn hair behind my ear, turning back to the bartender, figuring it was safer to not continue watching the shadow man behind me.
By Lisa Staires4 years ago in Fiction
Elven Artifact of the Lost City
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, once there was a glorious city built by the ancient Elven folk that has since passed into the astral plains far from mortal eyes. Now their city lies in ruin in this abysmal lonely valley where hungry dragon screeches can be heard echoing up into the mountains, where many wicked dark beasts stalk beneath the dragon’s nests waiting for a few morsels to fall through. It has been said that a magical artifact is hidden deep within the ancient city, an artifact so powerful that if put into the wrong hands could destroy everything. It seems the dragons and beasts are there to guard such a dangerous artifact.
By Lisa Staires4 years ago in Fiction
