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Tarasch

11/15/2014

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To love another is worth the risk of burning out one’s mind.
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 Nicholas Steele quickly went through the shutdown checklist for his flitter. He secured the controls and slid out of the vehicle. For a moment, he just stood there looking at the house that, so unexpectedly, had become a home for him. The ivy had covered more of the whitewashed walls, and the blue trim needed to be repainted again, but the house looked much as it had the last time he’d seen it, right before his first posting on the Scarlet Dragon. Three years objective time, he thought. Has it really been three years?

    “Nick!” called Gilly’s familiar voice. “You’re finally here!” The voice was soon followed by the woman who’d adopted him, and she swept him into a tight embrace before stepping back and looking him over with a critical eye. “You look tired.”

    “The inquiry was a long affair,” Nick admitted.

    She touched his new captain’s pin. “Congratulations on this. Evie’ll be home in an hour, we’ll have dinner.”

    “I’ve only a couple of days R and R before I have to report back.”

    “Which ship?”

    “Laughing Owl. New Gator, just out of the Guild Hall.”

    “New Gator and new captain?” Gilly shook her head. “I’m sure you’ll manage, but don’t they frown on that sort of thing?”

    “Usually, but the psych people think Cai and I will be a good fit.” Nick shrugged. “We’ll see.”

    Gilly nodded then looked about as if just noticing that they were still standing in her tree-shaded yard. “Let’s go inside. We can talk while I fix dinner.”

    Nick followed her in, casting a glance at his herb and vegetable garden. Someone had kept it up while he was away, and he was pleased to see the healthy growth. “Who’s been doing the gardening?”

    “Evie has,” was the surprising reply. Gilly flashed a grin over her shoulder. “Turns out, you aren’t the only Steele with a green thumb. It just took you being gone to motivate her into taking over.”

    “Somehow, I’m not surprised.” He’d always had faith in his little sister. Evie just needed space, time and love to blossom. He would be forever grateful to Gilly for taking them in, two abused children, after their father’s timely, if belated, demise. She had given them the foundation they’d desperately needed in order to grow. “How’ve you been, Mom?”

    “Oh, about the same as always. Haven’t had any cases like yours since, well, yours. And thank the powers that be for that.” Gilly set out a snack tray of vegetables and dip.

    “I wasn’t asking about work,” Nick told her as he helped himself to some carrots.

    She shrugged a shoulder. “Nothing new there, either. I’m a trifle older but still healthy.”

    “Good. Keep it that way.”

    “Aye-aye, Captain.”

    They both laughed and spent the rest of the hour catching up while they demolished the tray of vegetables.

    When Evie was due to arrive, Nick stepped back outside, leaving Gilly to putter around in the kitchen at her insistence. He took a closer look at the vegetable patch. It was clear of weeds, well watered and vigorously growing. He plucked a sprig of mint to chew on without even a pang of guilt. Mint was a weed that would happily take over the entire area if it wasn’t kept in check.

    He straightened up, brushed soil from his hands and turned at the sound of approaching steps, quite loud to his augmented ears, barely perceptible otherwise.

    Evie came into view a few moments later. She saw him a moment after that, for her face lit up and she broke into a run straight for him.

    “Nicky!”

    He caught her easily and swung her about. “Evie, good to see you. How’ve you been?”

    “I’ve been fine, unlike you, gallivanting all over the universe and not writing. I mean, really, would it kill you to input a message once in a blue moon?” Evie tossed her long, black hair back and sniffed at him.

    “Evie, I did write.” Nick set her on her feet and relieved her of her bag. “But relativity still holds…three years I’ve been gone, yes?”

    “That’s right. Three years and no messages.”

    “It’s only been ten months for me.”

    “Oh,” said Evie after a moment. “I didn’t think about the time dilation.” Her gaze shifted to his collar and the rank insignia. “Mom told me you’d made captain. Congrats, bro.”

    “Thanks, sis. I’ll try not to let it go to my head.”

    “Better not.”

    “So, you’re in university? What’s your major?” They walked toward the front door together.

    “Eco studies. You’re the one who got me interested. I’m specializing in the human-created species.”

    “How are my unicorns?” Nick had missed his mountains and the small blessing of wild unicorns he’d spent so many hours observing as a youngster.

    “They’re doing really well. The new stallion’s a strong one and almost all the recent foals have survived, doubling their numbers.” Evie frowned for a moment then added, “But there are signs that there’s a dragon in the region now. It might start preying on the blessing. We’ll see.”

    “A dragon?” Nick stopped with his hand on the doorknob and tried not to bounce with excitement. “I’ve always wanted to see one.”

    “Okay, want to go dragon hunting tomorrow?”

    “It’s a date.” Nick grinned at her as he held the door open. “Speaking of dates, have you had any?”

    “Maybe. One or two. There’s this guy I met...we’ll see.” Evie flashed him an impish smile and promptly turned the tables. “What about you? Any cute guys in your life yet?”

    “Not yet,” Nick was forced to admit. “But, then, I haven’t exactly been looking.”

    “Oh, Nicky,” and Evie looked genuinely upset. “They say command is lonely for a reason, you know.”

    “I’m sure I’ll find someone. They also say that everyone has someone out there. It’s just finding that person that’s the trick.” Even as he reassured his sister, he thought back to his days in the academy, and the visit to Guild Hall where he’d first met Cai. The Astrogator’s very blue eyes still haunted his dreams.

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Ambush in the Woods

11/1/2014

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Give your heart to something greater than yourself. What is done to your body is not important. Stay true to what you really love, and the rest will sort itself out. – S’Rak
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Rak was grateful for the fresh air, raw and icy though it was, to be found outside the close confines of the carriage. The sour reek of male sweat and sex had been enough to make him gag. He took long, deep breaths of the clean mountain air. Virien tied his leash to a ring set in the footboard of the carriage. Rak stole a glance toward the front and saw the driver watering the horses.

Virien gave his bare ass cheek a pat. “You will address every man, woman and child you meet as master or mistress. You will permit any adult in this party to use your body. And if anyone bothers to ask, I haven’t named you yet, so your user may call you whatever they wish. They may not call you by your old name. That’s gone. You’re a nameless, subhuman animal. Do you understand?”

“Yes, master.” Rak stared at Virien’s feet, not daring to look higher lest Virien see his rage.

Apparently satisfied, Virien walked off to check on his men.

The break wasn’t a long one. Once the horses were watered and calls of nature answered, Virien climbed back into the carriage without so much as a glance at Rak. The driver mounted the box and clucked to the horses, getting them moving.

Rak followed, since he didn’t care to be dragged. He took an extra-long step and reached the place where Virien had tied his leash. He started to work on the leather strap. A wooden stick bashed into his fingers. Rak cried out, snatching his hand away and nearly stumbling in surprise.

Sura smiled at him coldly. “You behave, slave! You belong to Chancellor Virien now. And before you think you can get away, look behind you!”

Rak looked. There were slave wagons behind them, the leather sides rolled up to show the steel cages. Inside the cage of the first wagon was a motionless black form.


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    A.C. Ellas

    I’ve long since embraced my inner nerd. I revel in my Greekness and in my Geekness. I have two lives—the mundane reality of life here on earth, and the far more interesting life in my head. I love ancient history, ancient forms of combat, target archery, sabre fencing, anything to do with horses, organic food, and sustainable farming. Most especially do I love science fiction and fantasy of all varieties, especially conventions, which are the only gatherings on earth where I can find many people just as strange as I am.

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