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overo</a>.</blockquote>The prisoner closes his eyes and breathes in, the smell of sweat and dust thick in the air. “I thought it was just me.”You shake your head, and — for a moment — the voices disappear. As you slump to the ground, the tightness in your chest eases as cool rock rubs against your back.The wind howls outside, a lonely accompaniment to the silence. Yet, a welcome change to buried memories of <a href="https://readmedium.com/the-burned-village-d5e273988540">the burned village</a>.“Everything okay?”You give a slight dip of your chin.“I’m Alaric,” the prisoner says. “I wish I could say ‘nice to meet you.’”<h2 id="13ab">Choose your next action.</h2><ol><li><a href="https://readmedium.com/crimson-cobweb-62f40a28e3e5">Ask why Lorenzo has this dagger (click here).</a></li><li><a href="https://readmedium.com/shackled-souls-7388eb3c431a">Ask why you are

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DRABBLE STORY ARC #2: SEEK AND AVENGE

A Moment of Respite

Part of a ‘choose your own’ story — drabble edition.

A village on fire — AI image using Lexica

This is a ‘choose your own’ fiction story, “drabble edition”. You can check out Chapter 1 of this story: The Burned Village. Find out how to contribute to the ongoing story here, or check the previous chapter: ‘Wayward Whispers’, by J.C. Lovero.

The prisoner closes his eyes and breathes in, the smell of sweat and dust thick in the air. “I thought it was just me.”

You shake your head, and — for a moment — the voices disappear. As you slump to the ground, the tightness in your chest eases as cool rock rubs against your back.

The wind howls outside, a lonely accompaniment to the silence. Yet, a welcome change to buried memories of the burned village.

“Everything okay?”

You give a slight dip of your chin.

“I’m Alaric,” the prisoner says. “I wish I could say ‘nice to meet you.’”

Choose your next action.

This story is a collaborative effort. Please feel free to join in and add a chapter, furthering the story in any way you like.

If you enjoyed the story and would like to support me, make sure to:

👏 Clap (up to 50 times!) to help others find it
🔔 Follow me on Medium
📰 View more content on my Medium profile

Join the Medium membership program for only $5 to get unlimited access to thousands of articles online. If you use my referral link, I’ll receive a small portion of your membership fee at no extra cost to you.

Thanks for reading!