A Time of Tigers - From Peasant to Emperor
Why are the nobles good looking too, isn’t that unfair!? ("Yer just ugly..." "What did you say!?") - An annoyed peasant *** Y'know, I'm beginning to think these Yarmdon raiders and murders are real jerks! - dead villager *** If being special means monsters like being around me, then I don’t want to be special!! - a terrified youth
The Wounded - Part 1
"Up, are we?" Dominus asked, appearing beside him, offering a drink.
Beam forced himself to sit upright, despite the pain that racked his body. He groaned again despite himself, and accepted the drink, finding that he couldn't straighten one of his legs, from the dull ache that permeated throughout the thigh.
"Easy now, that was quite a wound you got yesterday. Push it too much and the stitches will tear," Dominus told him, seeing Beam try to move as he normally might.
"So it wasn't a dream, then?" Beam said, still half asleep.
Dominus laughed. "Afraid not. You're going to be out of commission for a good while, it would seem."
"The tests though," Beam said, rubbing his eyes.
"Indeed. I will not be making any changes to our agreement, despite the circumstances. You have under three weeks in which to pass them," Dominus told him. It might have seemed like a harsh pronouncement to most, but Beam had expected it and he merely nodded grimly.