What do you think of when you hear new beginnings? Whenever it flows though my ears, my mind presents me with an alternate term, fresh start. Whatever term you cling to, the important thing is how and why you’re seeking that clean slate. For me, I wanted to get back on a schedule for publishing my stories to my supporters. And while I’ve already missed the publication cadence I’d defined, I’m still on pace to perform better than the last couple of months.
Considering my decision, I sat down behind my computer and started fleshing out the genres and rough ideas for March’s micro fiction. Once the seeds were planted, my mind shifted to the month’s initial narrative. Fresh from his conversation with Nilus, Ramas has resumed his wandering. A few days later, his messenger delivers a leather tube from Nilus. After his messenger left, Ramas gathers the required firewood to perform the sending.
Come, sit down and allow me to give you a mini-escape and kindle your imagination.
Flames erupted from the prepared logs as the wanderer waved his hands over them. After a few heartbeats, smoke rose from the wood while Ramas withdrew a leather tube. With each passing second, the inferno intensified as his milky-white eyes lingered on the tube’s decorations. When the blaze settled, Ramas wrenched the cylinder in half and tossed both into the fire.
“What kept you?”
“I wasn’t dawdling,” Ramas said, removing his helm and tucking it under an arm. “Stop being so obstinate, Nilus. Who do I have to recruit?”
A gust of wind rippled Nilus’ smoky construct as its head swept back and forth. “By chance, you’re wandering near a respected military advisor from the wizard’s war.”
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