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Circe was silent when they arrived. It was as if the different shapes sizes and colors of creatures from every fantasy imaginable had come together into one perfect place. It was reminiscent of the Leaky Servo, it’s membership made up of denizens from the multiverse, Circe’s home away from...

It sounded like stones grinding together, and there was no longer an echo as their voices reverberated in the cave. They must have come across an opening? She wound have felt the wind on her cheek had she not been wearing the exo-suit. A nervous chill went down Circe’s spine. “What sort of trial...

“I think she meant every word,” Circe chuckled darkly. “So, where are you taking me, then?”

“Just out of curiosity,” Circe began, making small talk, as she let Estraven guide her through what smelled like a damn cave, “what would you have done if I hadn’t cooperated?”

“Fair enough,” she muttered dryly. As Ziessel worked on her magic, Circe focused on the unicorn woman’s calloused hands. Whether from hard work or from being a warrior, she could only guess at the answer. If she bothered asking, she probably wouldn’t get a response from the stoic unicorn. For...

A nervous ripple went through her stomach as Ziessel stepped forward. They wanted to restrain her. When she looked at Circe, she felt her distrust. Circe felt her resolve wobble. The last time anyone tried to put handcuffs on her, they lived to regret it. She felt like running, and she knew she...

“It’s beautiful,” she said. It was a thriving civilization. Circe was genuinely impressed. It felt like something ancient and sacred that shouldn’t be intruded upon. As she sat on the saddle, admiring Ezra’s domain, a small thought crept into her mind. Estraven had mentioned the world was...

“Motion sickness?” She said, clearing her throat after releasing her tight grip around his waist. “That’s laughable.” It wasn’t the speed or the bumpiness of the ride if not the lack of control. As a pilot, at least she had a hold and say on how things would turn out, for the most part. It...

Estraven suggested she held on tight. Circe. suppressed a scoff. She was perfectly capable of keeping herself from falling flat on her face. She had learned the lesson from the first ride. The wind gently swept her hair and she took a deep breath, enjoying the crisp, clean air. The sound of...

“How very noble of you,” she said of the orphan. Circe paused, slightly taken aback but took him up on his offer. It was surprising that dream-Ezra was allowing her to climb onto his saddle, but she would not argue against it. It was preferable to being held by a significantly large margin...

Circe realized Ezra—Estraven, was still holding her hand. What she thought was only going to be a handshake turned into him holding her hand, but she didn’t pull away, as strange as it felt. Maybe it was their custom for these fairytale woodland creatures to walk around the forest together...

“Of course,” Circe said, ignoring the knot of annoyance that formed in her chest. “I understand your reasoning for that.” Feeling completely naked without a weapon, she had to remind herself she wasn’t completely powerless. Now that her horns had been restored along with her magic, there was so...

Watching Ezra as a father was surreal. They hadn’t known each other for long, yet it felt like they had always known each other. Ezra was familiar. Seeing him interacting with a son she knew was meant to die tasted bittersweet. Watching them bleat and prance was amusing, however. Ezra’s son...

Circe frowned. It didn’t make any sense. Was there a moment as they walked through the portal where they could have possibly been killed? Circe wasn’t absolutely certain she could say they had survived. She felt it in every inch of her body that she did not belong. Much like searching the...

Everything was warm. Like being huddled and wrapped up in blankets, drifting awake from a restful sleep. When Circe opened her eyes, she was baffled by what she saw. She stood in the middle of a forest trail. It was clear and bright and peaceful. Where was she? Circe snapped all the way around...