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199 p.A. Arameth Core “Kneel.” The word slid out through the king’s gritted teeth, his knuckles whitening around his staff. Prince Marculian blanched, dropping to his knees, then slid forward, his forehead pressing the cold marble. “Forgive me, Father.” Tension quivered through his back and he slowed his breaths—any sign of fear would only make the beating worse. The staff struck and Marculian bit back his cries, his teeth drawing blood from his bottom lip. The strike o

207 p.A. Upper Veil Grumkin Farswallow clutched a tiny screwdriver between his thick fingers. He leaned forward, nose almost touching the frames of his broken glasses. “Dagnabbit!” The miniature tool slipped from his fingers again, nearly stabbing his other hand. “How am I supposed to fix my glasses if I can’t see to fix them?” he muttered. Grumkin flopped back in his chair. I should have installed some kind of vision enhancement in this lab . “Master Grumkin?” a voice

Note: This flash was originally published in Havok online (gohavok.com) in February of 2019. 2019 Earth The tall stranger sauntered through the dark alleyway. His long fingers trailed across the rough brick of the buildings on either side of him, and his arm span filled the alley. He moved at a lazy pace, no hurry to be anywhere. His stroll this evening wasn’t about destination but discovery—about finding someone, finding the one, the perfect specimen to assuage tonight’s h

2019 Earth Tristan jumped as his phone buzzed against the desktop beside him. He glanced at his phone’s screen. 8:30 a.m. Time to go already? He ran a finger across the now-dry sketch, then sighed and slipped his sketch pad and pen into his messenger bag before draping the bag across his shoulder and heading for the door. His morning routine of sketching his dreams calmed him, but this morning the time had flown by. He’d awoken in a sweaty panic and jotted a quick outl

2019 / 216 p.A. Tragor Outpost Edge of The Reclaimed Fallows Joint Kingdom of Alleanza-Raith’il “Heading out for another patrol, Lamach?” Lamach glanced up at the man peering down at him from the ledge atop the village gate and shrugged. “You have no need of me on the walls tonight, Barrek. What else would I do?” “Rest. Eat and drink. Retire to bed, perhaps,” Barrek answered. “Have you forgotten the war is over? There is peace now, Lamach. Two guards on the wall a

Thanks for reading the Legends of Arameth bonus short stories! I may add other stories to this collection I write more in the future. In the meantime, if you want one additional Arameth short story, you can get a free Arameth backstory prequel short, "Rise of Ardis," when you sign up to my newsletter on my website (http://ccrawfordwriting.com/subscribe). If you enjoyed the Legends of Arameth series, you may also enjoy some of the other fantasy series here on my site, like t