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Second Sun #42

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The eye of the Gods stared blinking down on the flotilla of twelve ships pushing its way through the seas. Aboard those vessels, few slept, despite it being the very dead of night. In the hulls and upon decks, most lay silent, unmoving; unwilling to risk a noise lest they wake those who had been granted the gift of rest before battle.
On the lead vessel, Hevne sat in the prow, her knees drawn up supporting her chin, her arms hugging them. She gazed at the eye of the Gods, that one, lone, brightest star and asked for a sign.

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    Neville Hunt 9 months ago

    Love the way you’ve written this. It creates tension, anxiety and fear... and that’s in me! I visualise Hevne from your description, knees up, arms wrapped round. Certainly not the other kind of knees up!

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    Drew Martyn 9 months ago

    Haha no definitely not. :)

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