This may very well be the last time she saw these buildings. Even though they had borne no importance to her at any point in her life, she suddenly found herself unwilling to let the image go.

The Last Allcaster, Day 25

Klara was doing her best not to look like a wide-eyed child as she took in the brick houses nestled in little green lawns along a cobbled street. Sunlamps brilliantly lit the way, silvery rays of light that bathed the homes in an otherworldly glow. She had never been here before; she had never been worthy of it.

The Last Allcaster, Day 23

Caster Alley glowed brighter than the lowest level of the main city, paper lamps and sporadic sunlamps lighting her path. The lights glowed under the cover of the fabric walkways, and Tamina found herself mesmerized by the sight.

The Last Allcaster, Day 22

No quote today. I made my goal, but hated everything so no need to put it out in public. 😵

It seemed that all of the Alley had congregated on that one street, watching them not only from windows now, but rooftops and alleyways, their eyes cold and hard, their hands twitching. They were waiting for an opportunity.

The Last Allcaster, Day 20

I’m at the point where I can’t remember if I named this random side character or not, and I vowed to myself not to look at the other days of writing, so now I’m just referring to a lot of people by random words and hoping to fill in the gaps later.

The screams of her youth returned to her, and she saw before her not dusty walkways of judging eyes, but bloody and scattered bodies, wailing children, the shouting of orders. Inevitability clung to the air. People would die today.

The Last Allcaster, Day 19

She considered abandoning him to whatever hole his soul had crawled into, but Tamina had the unfortunate desire to help people when she could, even if it pained her to do so.

The Last Allcaster, Day 18

Roland could not have even been twenty-five yet, but he had the self-importance of a man twice his age, and the eyes of someone far older than the both of them.

The Last Allcaster, Day 17

Once, as a child, she had wanted nothing more than to wear that uniform, to serve alongside Ritter and free the realm of demons and other evil things. Once, she had believed the Guard to be the finest assembly of people that had ever walked the earth. It was only when the smoke cleared after that fateful day that Klara began to realize that the wonderful things she had thought about the world were nonexistent.

The Last Allcaster, Day 16

“That explains Moriah’s speech to the High Priest then. I didn’t understand a bit of it, but it was amusing to watch that old bastard squirm.”

The Last Allcaster, Day 15

“A heathen!” cried the priest. His voice boomed as thunder, reverberating across the room until his insults echoed in her bones. “A blasphemer! A blight upon our very souls!”

The Last Allcaster, Day 13

Cousin. It was what every caster called one another when they weren’t related. They were all family in their struggles, and it was a way to keep them bonded through the hard times.

The Last Allcaster, Day 12

No quote tonight cause I speed wrote and won! Haha!

She hated the quietness and civility of it all. Her heart yearned for loud noises and foreign scents. She wanted dirt beneath her nails and dust kicked up onto her shoes. She wanted to dance the night away beside a fire with Alvena.

The Last Allcaster, Day 10

He was as much a part of her as her heart or her head, a piece of her soul not bound to her body.

The Last Allcaster, Day 9