The wind blew through his hair, teasing against the feathers he had woven into his braids. It brought the scent of salt and spray. The memories that rode along were a pleasant journey from the five years ago when he left.
He got a chance to go out and see the world. He did. He saw, he explored, and now he and his new family were coming home to stay.
A new smell rose up, painfully familiar but one that shouldn't be there. Fire, smoke, and blood.
Sweat on his brow, he hurried the horses. #mfic
#mficchat So, many of the stories I'm writing are focused around a world war. It isn't directly focused on a single group of characters but simply how a lot of people deal with a war that is triggered with the Fall of Kosobyo and ends up consuming most of the known world.
