Prologue: Trumping Chaos

Bless the War God. He trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.

There was no moonlight that night. No one knew the warrior clan matriarch’s location. Her green-eyed scholar would never approve. The War God connection was strangely silent.

Prologue: Choking on War and Peace

Author’s Note: I followed other WordPress blogs for inspiration. The Drabble’s post on 11/27/2015 inspired this piece (and eventually the rest of the series). This particular series is just a short series of vignettes in no particular order with characters blipping in…

Prologue: Binding War, Saving Peace

Crippling dizziness floored her. Whenever the constellations and moon were in that alignment, she left the present, flying to the past. She could only watch, changing nothing.

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Prologue: A Question of War and Peace

The warrior clan matriarch hated reading. War God followers usually did very little because it was impractical.

She sat in her living quarters, studying two old scrolls.

Prologue: War and Peace Kiss

The warrior wandered the stalls in the Peace Festival bazaar. She despised these events. Too many noises, too many odors, and too much motion… her warrior’s senses were too finely tuned to endure much. In some stalls troubadours crooned love ballads, in others dancers were just…

Prologue: Life Spice at the End of Peace

She often visited different types of people. As the warrior clan matriarch, she needed to understand people, personalities, and problems.

One particular group of warriors didn’t serve the War God. She could never figure out which god…

Prologue: War and Peace Play

In the months after the disappointing midsummer ball, the warrior clan matriarch regrouped. She ran a few raids for her tribe’s elders, she cleaned the weapons storage areas. Peace talks had stopped for a bit.

Prologue: War Kills Wiped by Life Spice

Her green-eyed scholar was absent for almost a full sun circle, and his communications were sparse. She’d done some espionage and intrigue. She had seen more temples to more gods and goddesses than could be written on her satchel; she acted like a potential…

Prologue: Fighting for the Hare Escap[ad]e

The blue-eyed warrior clan matriarch sighed. Truly, all life lives at the expense of other life. But it seemed hopeless to send the chasm hares to the clover clouds due to alchemy.

Prologue: War and Peace Dance

It had been a little over half a sun circle since the warrior clan matriarch had met her green-eyed scholar. They had so many peace talks and meals that she felt like she wanted know him more intimately as a person, maybe catch a troubadour show or sit at a bazaar stall…