Aug 1, 2012

Make Your Shadow Mine

We gathered at night before the red ruins, armed only with our voices. The Queen slept underground.

By the stone door, Craneflower spoke.
“Who will swallow the Queen?” she asked. “You, Rubywind?”
“I’m not strong enough,” I said. “My moon hangs too low.”
“It has to be you,” said Craneflower.



To me Craneflower and Rubywind come from a dying civilization of Martian elves that use song as a weapon, but you can reimagine them anyway you like.

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