The Death Of Tales
Nov 6th, 2017 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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The mist glistens with false promises. The canopy drips blood of myriad misled bards vanquished by the Mediocre tribe.
The incantation echoes through the rain forest, causing even lianas to cringe. “We have decided not…”
The shaman feels tears slow to a reticent trickle from still-closed eyes. His heart freezes with horror, sharp mind balking from interpretation.
“Vates!”
It takes a moment to understand he is being addressed.
Lids snap open. “Yes?”
“Did the Mystic Mushroom bring wisdom?” The bard asks, handing him a bowl of spring water.
Cathbad rises from the straw bed. “No, Carolan, a warning of ignorance.”
From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid
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