Despite the knowledge that he could get out of this whole ordeal by turning the other way, Kre had a growing feeling deep in the back of his mind.  It had started as a simple feeling of commitment, almost a compulsion to do the right thing.  As he stood there, it intensified and grew until...Read More

Still tugging at the collar of the cloak, Kre looked up at the smirking face of Braun.  “It suits you,” the Magistrate sneered down from his high seat on the wagon.  “Now get in and shut up.  We need to make up some time.” Lowil shrugged apologetically and hopped up into the back of the...Read More

Realizing that he had been daydreaming again, Kre touched his eyes with the back of his hand just to ensure that there were no stray tears from his jog down the sad memory lane of self-pity.  Satisfied that he was presentable once again, he took a deep calming breath, tripped the latch, and pushed the...Read More

When Kre looked up from his reverie, Syonette was gone.  He expected that though, so it was no real shock, although he had hoped to at least get a hug out of it.  “Time to face the music,” he muttered to himself, feeling less confident than he sounded. With his hand on the door knob...Read More

Knowing that any further delays would only serve to make the trip that much worse, Kre lifted a water pitcher from the table, poured some into his free hand, and swiped it through his face and hair a few times.  He switched hands and continued his paltry efforts at a morning wash.  Spotting the dried...Read More

Kre nodded mutely, afraid to speak any words in case his voice showed the nervousness he had from imagining that very scene.  He looked over the gifted clothes again and wondered if they were too nice for traveling.  Mr. Koraski seemed to sense his hesitation and chuckled. “She only expects you to wear them for...Read More

After about twenty minutes of non-stop eating, Mrs. Koraski wound her way down the stairs and held a large, paper wrapped parcel out towards Kre.  “Here son,” she said with a soft smile, setting the parcel on the bench next to Kre.  “You’ll be wanting to change your clothes.  I’d like to say that I...Read More

The knock at the door was steady and firm. And loud. Very, very loud, at least to Kre’s aching head. Another three knocks followed, forcing Kre to slide out of the bed and stumble towards the door. “Coming,” he muttered hoarsely. As his hand reached out towards the door handle, he noted that his knuckles...Read More

It actually took less than ten seconds before the act of stupidity occurred. She sat there next to Kre, enjoying the fact that their hands were somewhat entwined with the cloth bandage. He, on the other hand, seemed to suddenly realize that same fact and immediately pulled his hand back and started playing with the...Read More

“I guess I didn’t look at it that way,” Kre grumbled. “It really would be a pretty miserable time for you, wouldn’t it?” Jem moved her fingers in a manner mimicking the playing of a lute as she hummed a soft tune to herself. After half a minute she paused, hands hanging motionless in the...Read More