Don't Call Me ZuzuDon't Call Me ZuzuDon't Call Me Zuzu8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Zuko, the five-year-old prince of the Fire Nation, clung to his mother's side. He was crying.
His mother was lying in her bed, her skin as pallid as the sheets tucked around her. Upon hearing her son's weeping she lifted one frail hand and stroked his hair. "Don't cry, Zuzu." She comforted. "Everything will be alright."
This only caused the young prince to cry harder. "No, Mama! No!"
"Shhhh," The woman whispered with her fading voice. She took Zuko's hand in her own and squeezed it gently. "I love you, Zuzu. Always remember that."
"No, Mama, please! Don't go, Mama!" Zuko cried as his mother's already weak grip on his hand slackened. Her body convulsed as she struggled to breathe and then she closed her eyes and was still. Zuko buried his face in his mother's side and wept. "Mama!"
"Come away, Zuko." Came a cold v
The Last AbhorsenThe Last AbhorsenThe Last Abhorsen8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I am the Abhorsen. My tale begins late one afternoon when I was fishing with my brother. I hadn't caught much, and neither had he. I reeled in my line and was about to toss it out one last time when a voice sounded in my head. "If you cast the line back in, you will lose thirty."
The words didn't make sense, so I ignored them and cast the line back in. No sooner had I done so, than a huge fish tugged at my line. I grinned over at my brother and reeled it in, but by the time I got it to the shore, I wasn't smiling anymore. The thing on my line wasn't a fish, but instead some sort of dead or free magic creature I'd never seen before.
A chill crawled up my spine as I suddenly realized that whatever it was, it must be immune to the effects of running water. I recoiled as the creature opened its mouth, revealing a black-toothed maw leading only to darkness beyond. "I warned y