AAhhhhh! It’s a head!
I chose an unusual subject for a picture this time: me! Aaaaah!
As I wrote at the bottom of the page: “It is strange to see a decapitated, frozen copy of myself staring back at me.” I’ll say. It still gives me a little shivers. And I got my haircut since then, so I look different… Well, it’s not bad, but I have a bigger nose than that.
EDIT: The chapter breaks aren’t really lining up with the old chapter breaks… fewer cliffhangers, unfortunately… and I might have to eliminate a chapter if this keeps up. : P
Chapter 3: Bandit’s Pride Chapter 5: Blood of Pride
Chapter 4: Fire in the Castle
The remaining bandits had huddled into a defensive formation around their leader, and made no move to attack Ceniro’s group as they moved over the hill and into the thin forest around them. Ceniro was impressed with Florina’s accuracy; she had counted the bandits exactly, even through the trees and from a great distance. But now he could see for himself, and that meant he could issue proper orders.
Not that he had to. “The plan stands. Go!” Continue reading