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Flash Fiction Friday

Dottie over at Tink's Place has come up with the idea for a Monday Morning Flash Fiction challenge.  Each Monday a new picture prompt will be posted and if you choose to  participate - you post your story on Friday - 350 words, give or take. 

Valeria's Hope
By Blodeuedd

War changed everything, but that was nothing new. War killed and destroyed and the latest country to experience this had been Valeria. The once proud Valeria where magicians came to study and where architects made wondrous things in Valeria’s capital city of Ankerrad. But war had reached even this country as the conquering Empire had pushed forward. In an epic struggle to save the capital they had lost it all. Magic had exploded, the sea had swept through the city and it had fallen into the earth. Not much was left now. Towers stood here and there, forgotten remnants of a once glorious city. Magic still polluted the air and no one ventured there..no one.

Except for Alliandra.

A year had gone by since the fall and she had been back several times. Diving for treasures and building up quite the little nest for herself. The magic did not bother her. At first it had almost smothered here but now it was an old friend and slowly it had seeped into her veins until she could control it. She was a thief, and damn proud of it. Of course before the war she had been a whore but that was then, and this was now.

It was like any other morning. The sun was hiding behind a fog made of magic. The sea was calm and she was sitting on top of a palace looking for where to go next. But this morning was the day everything changed. The morning when she met a once spoiled prince of a deposed royal family. The day she joined a struggle that was not hers

She did not see anything at first, but she heard it. A fight and it was coming close to her. She did not know who was more surprised, she, the prince or the ones trying to kill him. But she soon got her wits back because she realized that she would not keep her alive and she cursed them and jumped into the fight. The prince said nothing but saw she was helping him and let her be. This was Alliandra’s city after all and she knew it. Therefore she knew how to kill, and kill she did.


Hm, yes I have to end this here cos it is obvious I am not writing a short story any more. For some reason I think I could go on and on. They would meet up with others, they would fall in love and they would save the kingdom.

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