Small Realities

Inside the mind of Lance Schonberg

Thorvald’s Wyrd 020

One-Eye clapped a hand to Thorvald’s shoulder, deep voice giving the song to him alone.  The Spearmaster wove notes into tales of great heroes and mighty deeds, words spilling into the dark air on a stream of fog.

Thorvald’s skin prickled when the song changed.  The fresh verse breached his ears, stabbing into his brain.  Its magic filled him, seeped into his bones, and seared his blood.  Muscles firmed with forgotten strength, senses held the world anew, and belief stirred in his heart, belief that he might stand against the darkness.

Closing his eyes, Thorvald opened himself to the Wyrd.

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