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The Unnamed 6

Chapter 5
Of King and Queens and Promises
We settled in the barrio life as well as can be expected. Eventually even the hard bed became comfortable, the creaking floor a lullabye, and the strange sounds in the night like friendly whispers in our ears as we drift off to sleep.
Mark and I became close. Closer.
He [...]

The Unnamed 5

Chapter 4
Coming Home
We set up a makeshift hut at the edge of the barrio, with the help of the townsfolk. It was a one storey affair, an uncomfortable division in the middle of the room, and nothing else. It had a single window looking out to the woods beyond, and the door to the barrio. [...]

The Unnamed 4

Chapter 3
The First Moon
It was in fact an odd backwater barrio I was in. They didn’t bury their dead. They rolled the corpse in a mat made of woven hay, and hung her on a tree within the woods that surrounded the place. All these I tried to accept with what grace I had. Different [...]

The Forgotten

By the corner where shadows convene
Huddles a figure lain unseen
She lies among a litter of corpses
In a field of burning lilies and roses
Her tears falling for those who fell
When they heard the tolling bell
She tries to remember the faces of those
Who have been turned to earthbound ghosts

And in remembering She finds here wings
And Her little [...]

The Unnamed 3

Chapter 2
Bad Blood
I woke up to the sound of the screams. I rushed from the makeshift hut I was provided with during my stay in the barrio to the house across the well. Several townsmen have already gathered in front of the house, some shaking their heads sadly. Most of them were outraged. I pushed [...]

The Unnamed 2

Chapter 1
Tales of the Old People
It sounds like a twisted fairy tale. Instead of good’s triumph over evil, it sounds more like evil reigning supreme. That’s how it sounded to my untrained city ears, at least. Stories about things that go bump in the night. Stories of babies snatched from the very womb while [...]

The Unnamed 1

Prologue
I have lived exactly one hundred years to the day. My other half has lived far longer than I have. He has been the bearer of the mother I had and the mothers before her. He has been with me from the day I have learned to feed myself and he shall be with me [...]

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