Leo R. Skoble

“Don’t you dare try to change the subject. What I want is to serve my king as is my sworn duty. You deliberately stole property of the crown that you were supposed to destroy. You ran away from service only one day before you would’ve been retired. Why?? I don’t understand.” Uvior opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted. “It doesn’t matter why anymore. You are a traitor to your king and your country. I am disappointed in you.” There had once been a day when that simple

As the edges of the papers singed and fell to their fate, the ink on the pages written into alchemical and runic patterns gave out a hiss when the fire touched it. Uvior watched them burn, glad they were screaming. He shook his head. No, he felt sorry for the ink and the parchment, being forced to depict such evil things. The papers whistled a terrible, haunting tune as they perished. A high-pitched whine that matched the tone of the tinnitus after an explosion, or a tea kett