An Interview

Avatar Author: smdasilva {LoA} I am just a girl who always wanted to be a writer. Follow me on Twitter @smdasilva5! Read Bio

Kylun followed the Messenger through the streets, taking a circuitous route through the back alleys and shadowed minor streets. This was getting stranger by the minute. What could a Messenger want with him? He was just a guard in the service of the Government. Kylun didn’t even guard anything important, just a small footbridge.

At last they came to their destination, the grand house, headquarters of the Messengers. The Apolsi Crest was prominently displayed on the front door. But they went around to the side of the house, entered through a small door and went down the back stairs to a room with only one small high window. There sat Citri on a wooden stool.

Kylun waited for Citri to speak first.

“You must allow my people to cross without challenge,” she growled in a low voice.

“We already allow all Messengers…”

“No! These are not Messengers. They will give you a sign. They must not be noticed by the Government.”

Kylun knew something was going on, something that might cost him his life.

View this story's details

Comments (5 so far!)

Average Reader Rating

  1. Avatar Wednesday [PJ] ((LoA))

    I like the continuation again; the plot thickens. It may be going a bit fast for my liking but I like easy breezy living.

    One thing: would Citri be common knowledge? I thought of her as some veiled sorceress…

  2. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Great job rolling my insignificant character into something much larger. I like it and thanks for throwing on a sequel.

  3. Avatar smdasilva {LoA}

    @PJ – I thought of her as some public figure, the head of an important group. But maybe you could explain how Kylun would know of her in the next installment.

    @THX – thanks, I hope this continues :)

  4. Avatar Wednesday [PJ] ((LoA))

    I may continue this but I also really want MH to!!!

  5. Avatar ElshaHawk (LoA)

    yes, the plot thickens as the characters unite. :)

Inspired by

Dawn had scarcely chased the revelers back to more private quarters when Kylun heard the rap at his door. Too foggy with sleep to be either e...

Morning Messenger After Mead by THX 0477

This story's tags are