55 words

Just a strand of hair left

At  first I wasn't sure

I am the knife against the rope

Climb, but beware that I could cut the rope from above you

I am the knife against the rope

Slip the noose around your neck, but do not be surprised when the knot is sliced free

I am the knife on the rope

Up or down

I decide.

Dark masks pervade her thoughts

Squirming about, sheets forming her own prison

Eyes of twilight boring into her mind

Memories like shattered crystal
She tries each one, fitting it into place
Some cut her and she bleeds
Some snap into place
Some balance delicately
Some fall
The lattice is a fragile thing
That sways in an unseen breeze
This one. Who was she? A friend?
A golden thread leads elsewhere.
She follows it, wondering.

Stripped of what was hers,
her possessions, magic, dignity.

felt the tremor of fear before it was seen

palpable wave spreading like a raven’s wing

over the plaza

blood spilled

It was worth the risk

The thing about "my" people was that when it's out of sight... It's out of mind. 

Gods. I've been way out of sight for some time. 

Blood Elves weren't the most... patient race,

for such a long lifespan too.

I've vanished a time or two before.

I wonder if I was filed POW or MIA.

Pampered

Rhaala stood at Ki'in's door.
The key held in her hand, her eyes on the lock.

The true light has faded.

The sight of blood never troubled me before today

“Northrend!”

“It wasn’t your fault,” the woman said to the wolf.

Fools all of them.

No longer does the Crusade have to sort out the innocent from the heathens

Several years in the Argent Dawn and Crusade.   

Almost too easy  

"Hand looks a lot better.  Thought they said two weeks, minimum."

"A priestess healed it right up.  Never felt anything like it before.  Looked familiar, too; the blond over by the fire."

((A million years ago (OK, last summer) I got a very lovely Echo Commission of Heulwen in her new life of archaeologically-based adventuring.  I've finally remembered to post it up  ;) Large image beyond the break!))

There is something freeing - if terrifying - about loss.

Candles and stars lit the night.

I never knew.  

Raeyth has a way with song. 

Palo is a mess as expected.

((Ok, so I decided to give a bit of perspective, in writing two...new concept I think hehe. 105 word, hope you all enjoy.))

Ah, conflict, how it is everywhere and part of everyone.

Plans, how they are spoiled by the gnats.

They do not know I may not win...

But I do, and I will win.

I'm afraid he might, he almost did.

((Trying something a little new here with the 55 word format))

I won't make the Speakeasy tonight.