The box glowed again, as it had before stepping through the doorway.
Just as she had been taught Emma plugged in the coordinates and followed its directions.
The strange witch inside the box had a chilling voice.
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Micro Fiction: The Seeker 01
Oresteria zipped her coat to her chin, tied the scarf around her neck, and tugged her hat down over her ears.
She then withdrew the little box from her pocket.
Not Oresteria. Her name was now Emma.
Micro Fiction: Harbinger 11
Heron was a strong boy, far stronger than even the best warrior in Callia’s tribe.
“Who is this child?” her husband asked.
“Ours,” she said.
He was the son of the harbinger, the bringer of war, but no one else needed to know that.
Not yet.
Micro Fiction: Harbinger 10
Callia offered the boy her hand.
The boy stared at the woman then at her. He pointed. “Momma.”
Callia crouched down beside him. “I will never be your mother, but I will love you like a son.”
The boy threw his arms around her, almost squeezing the breath from her chest.
Micro Fiction: Harbinger 09
As Callia helped the survivors of another destroyed village, the cries of a child lured her.
The boy was slightly older than her own daughter, and he crouched beside the body of a woman who had been a great beauty.
His hair was light. And when he turned to her, his gaze was bluer than the sky.
Micro Fiction: Harbinger 08
Callia married the shaman. He listened to her, believed her, and took her council.
Council that had done much to keep them neutral as conflict raged around them.
But even Callia feared the blood of her tribesmen would soon be shed.