The Tribute - Chapter 4The Tribute - Chapter 4 by BrandonHill
4. A tribute must be of sound mind and body, with no severe or grievous wounds or disease.
As their Naga guides had said, the remainder of the trip was hastened after their boat had reached a bottleneck in the cavern. The water began to flow faster, but became shallower, as Nessus used his oar more like a staff, guiding it with gentle nudges against the riverbed and cavern walls. His steadying strikes became more frequent and controlled as the water flowed ever faster, and he steered with precision and skill through the increasingly rough current.
“Brace yourselves,” Khalila warned after some time. She leaned her human half against one edge of the boat, and gripping hard, while the tail of her serpent half gripped the other edge. Even Nessus had lowered himself, placed the oar down inside the boat, an
Regina's Tale Part 5Slithering out of the convenience store, Regina looked around. Seeing nothing, not even a car parked in the parking lot, she screamed in anger. The scream echoed longer and louder than she expected, shattering the glass windows of the store and several glass windows on several commercial office buildings to her left, right, and across the street.Regina's Tale Part 5 by fares002
A second later Regina’s four armed, four breasted companion slithered out of the store and up next to her. Amazement painted her face, “Regina, we have found your power. Your verbal skills are your power.”
“What are you talking about Miranda? I’m nothing, nothing at all. I’m just a simple freak now,” said Regina, looking downwards in shame.
“Then leave, just leave. I don’t need this Debbie Downer act from you. My mother is dead and my father is a drunk! I grew a tail with another pair of breasts and arms. Which by the way are two
The Tribute - Chapter 3The Tribute - Chapter 3 by BrandonHill
3. A tribute need not be a virgin.
“Have you been crying?” Lazlo whispered.
Cursing, Voran turned away and dried the remaining tears from his eyes before facing back towards the silent assembly. Lazlo must have noticed the redness of his eyes. He noticed everything, damn his watchfulness. Again, facing the blackness of the pit, he hoped that no one had seen him.
“You fool!” He whispered to Lazlo, who winced with the reproach. “I would rather no one see this …” His words faltered as his anger subsided, and then settled into discomfort, “…this weakness.”
“A prince who can cry is not a sign of weakness, your highness,” Lazlo assured him. “The desert sands and beasts make our lives hard, but only a fool sh