Vanguard, Chapter 11: Murder Most FoulThe light of dawn broke effortlessly through the windows. Red-tinted and vibrant, it chased away the shadows of this gorgeous office and left the carpets and walls painted by the coming of day. The sun, far out there in the horizon, slowly rose to bid the world a fair morning, while setting the sky on fire. Not a cloud lingered in the sky, not a single one, and the stars had long since hid themselves away. It was a fair morning, and the migrating birds from northern regions chirped and tweeted from atop the houses and towers of Aegon. Aegon was slowly waking up, the countless merchants walking to their stalls and shops and booths and wagons. The trade slept as the sun did, but when the sun came back, so did the trade. Hustling and bustling at day, but in the morning, still slow to meet the day. The ships full of cargo would sail in on gentle morning winds, riding on the soft sway of waves, right into the harbor of Aegon. Children would wake to meet their friends in the streets, and seeVanguard, Chapter 11: Murder Most Foul by SteenBelhage
Vanguard, Chapter 9.3: A Storm is ComingKeep sinking.Vanguard, Chapter 9.3: A Storm is Coming by SteenBelhage
Duncan felt endless waters surrounding him. Dark, thick, and deep. He felt it cover every inch of his body and invade his mouth as he sunk, open-mouthed and wide-eyed. He stared upwards at the surface, which drifted further and further away. Fingers of light penetrated the surface, but they never got very far before the darkness ate them away. And they were only becoming fewer and fewer the further he sank. But he didn't care. At this point, he didn't care about much. The waters he sank into did not drown him, and were actually pleasantly warm and comfortable. Everything became darker the further he sank, and the shimmering surface was fading away, slowly.
He heard a voice in his ear, but it was his own. He could hear himself talking into his ear, as if he was just beside him, but when he turned to look, there was nothing. Nothing but dark waters. Dark waters that he, in fact, knew quite well.
This was always the effect of the Dragon Tears. Dr
Vanguard, Chapter 9.6: A Storm is ComingTen minutes of silence followed. Not a word was spoken between the two for a while afterward, and only the barking of stray dogs filled the void. They were still lingering in the darker, quieter slums, most likely because they actually had troubles finding their way out. They both knew it, but Duncan didn't dare say it. He simply acted like he knew exactly where he was going, plodding through the invasive dunes of street-sand and through the rising pillars of steam from the manholes. He wasn't quite sure what Rose was doing, then, except for following his faulty leadership. He had only been here for a little less than two days, and had never had a chance to figure out his way. He only found his way to the house of 'respite' by asking for directions, but at this hour, in this place, there was not a soul to be found. Duncan and Rose were beginning to think that they were the only living things around here, until...Vanguard, Chapter 9.6: A Storm is Coming by SteenBelhage
“No! Stop! Please, have mercy!”
Duncan skidded to a halt as h
Vanguard, Chapter 10: A Storm is ComingBut elsewhere, where the clamor of gunshots and the furious shouting could not reach, things remained delicately peaceful. Ramund had taken on the chore of cleaning up their house a little, since Adeline had been too feeble to do it herself. But strength was surely nothing Ramund was lacking. He had found an old and dusty broom in one of the bedrooms, and before long, the floor was nicely clean. Ramund was quite proud of himself, frankly. He stood there, a broom in his hand, and a large smile on his face, looking at his handiwork. The dust of negligence that had otherwise settled on every surface as thick as butter was now gone, brushed out the front door to blend with the sand on the streets.Vanguard, Chapter 10: A Storm is Coming by SteenBelhage
The house was rather small for Ramund, though, being a man of his size in a house meant for a woman like Adeline. But at least it was clean by now. The main room, the one which one would see first when stepping in through the door, was now neatly organized with vases standing in the corners or on