Stories, both long and short.

Letter

My dearest,

I have only arrived at the Fire Bird. It’s a ramshackle little place, despite the name. The fires are dim and cold. My hands are swollen even as I write this, but I know you’ll forgive the penmanship. 

I hope you and the lad are sheltering through this storm. Do not ride him too hard, Aku. He’s young yet and doesn’t know what we old timers know: savor your down time!

I expect we will be pressing on as soon as I can meet with Darksteel, so I don’t know when the next letter will come. 

Till I can see you again,

My love,

Destiny.   

Overflow

Corian watched as Jov carefully shaped his hands, the lines along the backs of his fingers and swirling around his knuckles gradually lighting up. His fingers moved faster and faster as he argued with his ‘contact’ on this backwater astroid. 

He’d been good to his word, the shopkeep had recognized him immediately and they had been using the same hand language the entire time. Cori could only catch a few phrases.

Jov’s hands suddenly went still as the contact shouted, “And you can keep your Crucible whore!”

Cori ducked. The lit up lines pulsed before a flash filled the room. When she rose, there was nothing but burnt boots.