by C G Gaudet
A mistake, I suppose, and the merchant was too cheap to start on a new piece of wood.
Though the image of the faceless goddess at Kessare’s feet also comes to mind.
“I remember,” Kessare had said as he attacked Olerra.
Who were they talking about? I wish Willow was around to tell me more. Though the fact that she didn't show up back at her apartment gives me hope that maybe she and the others survived. I’m sure they were saved when the statue fell. They’re probably off on many adventures while I’m stuck working at the candle shop.
I press the pendant against my bottom lip and close my eyes. I hope Kessare becomes strong enough to grant Willow more weapons like her staff and my scythe.
“You’ve came back again, have you?”
My eyes snap open at the sound of Lady Daria’s voice and I force a smile, though she scowls at me in return.
“I don't suppose you found yourself a proper man yet, have you?” she says.
I hesitate for a moment, my usual annoyance at the dismissive question flaring for a moment before a sense of calm flows through me, starting from the tip of my fingers where I hold the pendant and moving all the way down into my toes.
“Actually,” I say in a cheerful voice that feels odd to my own ears. It’s because it’s not a forced cheerfulness. For the first time in a long time, I feel happy. “I found something better. Have you heard of the great god of balance?” She stares blankly at me as a comforting tingle much like a kiss on the forehead causes my smile to widen. “Let me tell you all about Him.”
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About C.G. Gaudet
Obsessed with castles and magic from a young age, C.G. Gaudet escaped her mundane life by creating imaginary worlds in the woods behind her house. As a teen, she discovered Dungeons and Dragons and decided it was time to drag her friends into her stories. Since no one understood the rules, the games mostly consisted of characters dying, their bodies being thrown into gelatinous cubes, then the players realizing too late that the character was only unconscious, until they were brutally murdered by their companions.
C.G. Gaudet learned two things that day. 1- Never trust her friends with a body. 2- Maybe it was time to get new friends.
C.G. Gaudet has written several other young adult stories under the name Christina G. Gaudet. You can find these books and more at www.cggaudet.com