_Time was running out._ His footsteps rattled through the puddles like a skipping stone. The heavy-cut walls were narrowing, and the echoes began to fade as he darted through the catacombs with practiced precision. The stench of mildew pierced his …
Theoren opened his eyes, but it was dark. The smell of burning flesh was strong in the room. He was chained upright to something, and his hands and feet chafed from the bonds. He shook his wrists and heard the manacles rattle against the warm metal …
His breathing was hard and labored, and riding up Stable Hill left Tsubasa much the same. Mustang stroked her mane and hugged her gently between his knees. “Almost home, girl,” he whispered. The copper tang of blood filled his mouth as the black mare …
Almost sixty years had passed, but Theoren Pfenning was riding home. Rain showered from the starless sky and fell in sheets on the Long Plains; lightning cracked like a whip across the lithe skin of velvet night, leaving a fading afterimage of …
The sun at last touched the horizon, and Atsuko lay curled up with Eko on the crest of Stable Hill. Mustang lay in the grass beside them and puzzled over Noriko’s note. “There has to be more to the message than this,” he complained. He held it up …
https://docs.google.com/document/d/18y68iihyRMwoACNJCH9Ppfbz9BPkf2lHJlW22WEKQFk/edit?usp=sharing Previously, on The Fallen Times: “Then perhaps you should not have given up your love so easily,” Mustang said sadly. “If you had the power to …