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THE WINGED ARCHER It was back then in the days of the Winged Archer that brave men learned to fear the night. Round the campfires of the frontier patrols, those who had good armour slept in it. Others slept under heavy shields. Some stayed awake all night. Some never woke, for the arrows that came from high in the darkness of the night sky struck silent and without warning. Then, there came occasional glimpses. Sometimes when the wind carried sparks high from the fire or when the dark clouds opened to let a little moonlight through. It was much in the nature of these warriors to argue and they argued long about what had been seen or had not been seen. Those who thought themselves older and wiser blamed the small tribes that cursed the spread of the empire. A good bowman or two hiding way beyond the light of the fires could do this. But there were those who knew what they had seen, up there in the night sky. They had seen a Winged Archer come like an angel of death to punish those who went too far into the badlands. At first, few could see this fearful thing but little by little the sightings became frequent and soon all knew to fear the realm of the Winged Archer. So, think of this. When you are on the edge of what you know. When you fear that thing that is out there in the endless desert. When they say there is nothing to fear but fear itself. Remember the Winged Archer. end
The Winged Archer was published in Stinkwaves Magazine, Volume 1, Issue 1 2013.
THE WINGED ARCHER It was back then in the days of the Winged Archer that brave men learned to fear the night. Round the campfires of the frontier patrols, those who had good armour slept in it. Others slept under heavy shields. Some stayed awake all night. Some never woke, for the arrows that came from high in the darkness of the night sky struck silent and without warning. Then, there came occasional glimpses. Sometimes when the wind carried sparks high from the fire or when the dark clouds opened to let a little moonlight through. It was much in the nature of these warriors to argue and they argued long about what had been seen or had not been seen. Those who thought themselves older and wiser blamed the small tribes that cursed the spread of the empire. A good bowman or two hiding way beyond the light of the fires could do this. But there were those who knew what they had seen, up there in the night sky. They had seen a Winged Archer come like an angel of death to punish those who went too far into the badlands. At first, few could see this fearful thing but little by little the sightings became frequent and soon all knew to fear the realm of the Winged Archer. So, think of this. When you are on the edge of what you know. When you fear that thing that is out there in the endless desert. When they say there is nothing to fear but fear itself. Remember the Winged Archer. end The Winged Archer was published in Stinkwaves Magazine, Volume 1, Issue 1, 2013.
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