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23 Family (1)
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2025-11-24 06:29:29
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Foundling 7 Getaway (5)
Hunter attacked. He had no time for this. His attack came not in any manner they might have considered, but with all the knowledge and power new to his command. Light and darkness, the will of earth, its creatures, it had been so long this affinity of feeling, this revelation of connectedness with earth. He was one with it, not separate.“How rude.” Margaret said. She was much better with the blade than Poe and there would be no indecisive compunctions routing her hand. She was also a virtuoso at flash-step. She could heighten everything around her: her senses; her strength; spatial awareness; time dilation. As an enforcer of the rules and strictures of the School and Academe, she was the one Hunter most feared meeting.“I shall bear the weight for you.” Before Poe could intercede, she attacked. Her love, her hate, her anger, a piercing dagger directed at him. In the flicker of an eye, she disappeared.It was the intensity of emotions and the tingling of his feet and ankles that alert
Foundling 7 Getaway (4)
Hunter gathered sunlight from the passage’s opening, and from the corridors father back and junctures of wall, he gathered shadow, shaping them, channeling his pain and anger into a material force (The Beast laughed.), and his blade began to flicker from shadow to light, light to shadow.Hunter’s footwork was subtly changing, the stretch of arm, the looseness of wrist. The tip of his blade began to flicker in and out of the light. Riposte, lunge, parry, lunge, lunge, lunge, parry, riposte.[use fencing glossary] Shadow to light to shadow to deeper shadow then a flash of sparks along the length of clashing blades. The flash of sparks were absorbed in Hunter’s flow and returned as a blade of light. Then another, a black blade, coalesced across from the sun blade, the saber blade between them. The two strands wavered between the seen and unseen and moved in a helix around the center blade.There was no sound, only the matching force of a similar blade strike. Poe would have to expend ki
Foundling 7 Getaway (3)
They measured each other across the distance. Poe wondered if he could do this. Hunter knew that he could. He had given time enough to devotion, now he must away.He rushed Poe, angling away from the poignard. Blades clashed, clanged. Sparks flew along their lengths. Swirls of ki flowed from Poe like the arms of an octopus to ensnare Hunter, who turned them away with a ki shield. Defense was the first thing taught for the skill-less and the ki-less, and no great power or skill was needed to maintain one. They could be maintained with a trickle and Hunter had far more than that.The ring of steel settled into a rhythm as did the parry and riposte of ki. Hunter tried to work his way up under Poe’s reach while staying outside the striking distance of the poignard, to move him out of the way, but Poe kept the opening to the valley between himself and Hunter. If Hunter got past, the boy was too fleet of foot for Poe to pursue, and beyond sight, ki would be ineffectual.Poe held back, delay
Foundling 7 Getaway (2)
Hunter arrived at the Armory. The bow was not there. From Master Philip’s memory, he thought they would be. His calmness and focus made him unemotional. (The Beast snarled.) His emotionlessness, however, did not mean he did not care, and the absence of his bow almost broke that calm, made him indecisive. He could not remain, could not stay, but he would not leave without the bow, and if he stayed to retrieve it, there would be a fight, and in that fight, there would be blood and worse. The decision to be made was obvious, easy, and he took it along with a sheathed rapier.A moving shadow captured no light as it flowed through the corridors from cornices, across walls, along ceilings. Suspicions were not roused at its passage, no mind incited to investigate. It was as if neither he nor they existed outside the bubble of their own presence, and inside shadow, the implacable deadness of his features were hidden.The Beast mocked, whispered: Give in. Be unincumbered by the shallow regard
Foundling 7 Getaway
When the alarm came, Poe was still in the Magister’s quarters. They were the first ones at the cell. Master’s Philip’s body was rigid from the cold touch of the serpent, his hair had turned white, and his eyes were wide on some horror only he could see.Poe placed his hand against his chest, and the frown that came to his lips deepened the cragged lines of his face.“There is no wound, but the cloth above his heart is wet. There is also no residual ki anywhere to be found in his body.”In the cell, every surface was covered in a watery sheen. Poe squatted to examine the metal fragments littering the floor. They were hard, brittle. Maybe, with enough force of will, and strength of body . . . just maybe?“What is left of his chains?”“Yes.”The Magister cast his eyes along the lines and face of the cell, to the bolt where a chain had once been fixed.“The room is also depleted of ki,” Poe said.“Has the twin talent awakened?”“He has never shown those qualities.”“Many things he has nev
Foundling 6 Breakout (3)
It was stark and clear as if he lived the moment. But how could he, being but a babe and no more aware of the whole of the world than a newborn could be.It made him angry that such remembrances had been barred from recollection; and there were still more. But that was not a concern he could dwell on. His time was growing short. What was happening within the cell cold not long remain unnoticed by the Master outside.Mind ticked like a clock from moment to memory to emotion. Muscles taught, a spring ready to explode. He had no more time Huner stood as if the shackles at his wrists or the weight of the chains were no account. He stepped forward and the chains, held by the bolt in the floor, snapped tight. He leaned into it, curling his arms forward, getting all the leverage he could.The creeping frost edged beneath the cell door.Hunter relaxed, then surged forward, shocking the metal. It chimed. Rime fell away. Fractures quickened its length, widening into cracks. Iron fragments clatt
Foundling 23 Family (2)
Memories, long held at bay of home began to invade his thoughts. The long, flat farmlands he worked with his father and brothers that Becka and her husband, Jarrod, now managed; getting up early, just before dawn, lighting the lamps as they readied themselves for the days work. He wondered how much
Foundling 22 Town (3)
She had no children of her own, but had had a hand in the rearing of many a child to adulthood, nursing their ailments and their ills in that span, and was now having a hand in the rearing of their children, but there was something about this strange, slight youth (his slight build that could do wi
Foundling 22 Town (2)
Hunter tried again to sit up. Successful in moving his feet to the edge of the bed, he paused to catch what little breath he could before shifting his weight forward to slide over the edge of the bed and land on unsteady legs. The floor was cold to the touch, and he was surprised that he noticed it
Foundling 22 Town (1)
Bottom End began as a simple way station for the constant flow of settlers having scrimped and saved whatever they could to make the journey to the New Land. Over the succeeding years and decades, with the extension and expansion of the road to the emerging settlements and farms and ranches, had com
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