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The Arsenic Melody
By: K.B Wedderburn OngoingFantasy
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The gods have forsaken this world. Where lost souls gather in small groups to avoid the wrath of the gods and the youth travel endlessly in search of foundation. The cold isolation means there is no love, no redemption, only an endless loop. Odis is stuck in the pergatory, travellng from city to city doing mercanery work, sometimes the impact of his life is good but most times he has no control over fate. Until an odd day occurs and a young girl begs him to escort her - and a new born baby - across the country. A chance for redemption. A chance for Divinity. And a twist of fate which will decide the fate of the world.
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The Arsenic Melody Chapter 5
Odis raised his head, and felt the cold ground around him. Despite being in the midst of the swamp it was dry and untouched by the frost. With a pillow of grass by his head, and no signs whatsoever of an ethereal being. There were robins which sang in the morning light, and insects which flew effortlessly over the bog. When he stood, he was surprised as his bones and muscles did not ache as though they had been left on the forest floor, he felt as light and rested as though he had slept in the inn by the riverside. The feeling of rest, and the fleeting memories of a dream the night before were partly enough to convince him that he had finally lost his mind, but although this was the easier conclusion for Odis, he felt a desire to follow the instructions given to him. He collected his thoughts and pulled himself together. He checked his sword hilt and was relieved to feel the same blade as always. He dusted him clothes but found there was no need as they were completely clean, more so
The Arsenic Melody Chapter 4
He turned to Dayna. She held the baby in her arms, and gazed at him. The old midwife leaned behind her looking upwards. He walked forward and held out his hand. Calmly he moved the cloth from the child’s face. There should have been a face. But what looked at him was only an abomination.There was silence, in the forest and from the group, and breath tried to escape from the twitching child, it moved its head slightly, its arms and legs. Its fingers clutched its cheeks and its head, its body. The child was made of gold.Although it was no ornamental metal, it writhed and moved, porous skin. It covered the thing, which had no eyes, no mouth, no nostrils. An incomplete creation. A slight against the gods. He raised his blade to strike the creator and the midwife raced forward and grabbed the blade, nearly severing his own hand. He pulled it away and watched as the girl covered it again.“What is that thing?”“It is my friends’ child.”“It does not breathe?”“It breathes look!” She uncov
The Arsenic Melody Chapter 3
He lay awake during the night.Worried that the wise woman’s words could be true and determined that they were not. But it was a different sound which unsettled him, the cooing of an owl in a nearby tree kept him awake and active, it was enough to haunt his dreams and cause his superstitious mind to stir. He decided by morning that he would leave the village. An odd sense had descended on himThere was still a bit of money to be made here, and trading to be done. But his gut told him it would be better to leave the town. He stayed awake for lack of sleep, listening to the strange sounds of the night and whether self-conscious or real some of what he heard deeply unsettled him. The most relevant of these sounds were the coos of an owl nearby, he could not help but imagine that in the dark of the night it sat watching him. The thought of such vulnerability, such uncontrollability, forced him to stay awake. But he had a lingering fear to leave his room and even questioned how he would do
The Arsenic Melody Chapter 2
It was long expected that Wilmshire having become somewhat of a major trading point, would begin to creep closer towards the decrepit castle and two rivers which split the town from the harsh land around it. When tourists had first begun to stop by the townies had met them with a sense of relief, because the coins in their pockets and the goods they came to trade would relieve many of the town’s poorest residents of their most frequent troubles. But that was no longer the case… The town was now rich and quite peculiar, and the people who bartered, lived and died in the young town had grown incredibly superstitious, ever since the giants had moved closer from the west, or strange beasts were spotted across the river. The locals believed it to be a sign, and it was now common to see a rabbit’s foot on their doorways, because their small haven had begun its descent and they were well aware of it. Every day the eldest residents tittered at the growing market place, knowing that this clu
The Arsenic Melody Chapter 1
Every time he visited the East Coast it had been shrouded in fog. It was no different today; as the stone bricks and wooden roofs, most of which had collapsed inwards were devoured by that familiar grey blanket. In Rosebay, it lay as thick on the ground and riverbanks as the clouds which lingered above. The rain held though and for that he was grateful. The world had ended seven years ago, and travelers like Odis had wondered about the world at that time. But found no sanctuary. He was here to see a trader, who moved between the stone Towers of Halden. During the fight against the thirteen divines, and their servants, these Towers were formed; they served as military outposts and civilians used them as trade points because of their added security. The monarchy also provided resources to them for a time. And small towns like Rosebay eventually began to occasionally appear, but they were often found and wiped out as quickly as they had grown. Leaving the Towers to spite the fragility
