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365 Days of Drabbles: Day Fifty-Six

For ankewehner: "The power of friendship."


It was a bad summoning. One low-level generic imp had instead turned out to be a Name, with draconic wings that battered the perimeter of the Circle.

"The wards aren't going to hold!" Samantha shouted. "I don't have enough Power!"

Micheal thought fast, slashing his palm with his knife and pressing it tight against her own. "Now you do!"

"But if we…"

"If we don't, the whole castle dies!"

The next day, the crystal cylinder that now containing the frozen demon was dispatched through a Gate. The bloodless bodies of the two students were buried together, hand still in hand.

365 Days of Drabbles: Day Fifty-Seven

For ankewehner: "X marks the spot."

Continuing from Sailing the high seas


Rolas followed after his wife, hobbled footpads digging into the soft sand of the little tropical island. "You're going to have to untie me eventually," he said grumpily.

"Eventually, yes," Melanie agreed unrepentantly. "Now? No."

She tied his leash to a tree and consulted her comp, stepping carefully along the beach until its nav prompt beeped. She dug with her paws into the sand, pulling out a small refrigerated case, frowning when she opened it. "The rum is gone. Why is the rum gone?"

A noise made Rolas' ear prick up. "You did say this was a deserted island, right?"