Shalheira pulled back the flap of the canvas tent and walked over to the wooden tree stump where the teal glass dagger was. Admiring its detail and beauty, she picked up the prized heirloom that was presented to her family from the neighboring elves. She noticed a map beneath the fur cloak and studied several obelus markings throughout the mountainous region. The obeluses marked several spurious passage ways through the valleys. She realized her father’s pretext when he informed her and her mother where he was going. Unsuspecting and jolly, many of the tribesmen were eating and drinking before their trip starting at sunrise.
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Well done Sa. But you’ve left the story in the middle, we need more.
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Thanks Sadje! 😊 It sure seems Shalheira is about to embark on an adventure.
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I can only agree with Sadje. We need more… much more!
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LOL, no one is ever satisfied with just the cliff hanger!😊 My imagination is slowly cooking up something in the crockpot!
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You tease, Sa, lol. Sadje, Chris and I will be waiting for installment 2!
Daggers, heirlooms and elves – yeah, we’d like some more please 🙂
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LOL 6-sentence short stories with a climax and ending are challenging!😄 Will whip up a second part!
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I now wonder where her father was going, but I think she knows. That may be all that matters.
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Ah yes, the mystery continues and is taking me along for the ride! Thanks for stopping by, Frank!😊
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