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PLUS - since it's Tuesday, it's time for FB3X Drabble Cascade #55 - and our word of the week is, of course, Anchor. If you'd like to add your own drabble, then please do, just put it in the comments, or post on your own blog and link in to the list.ly list at the bottom of the post :).
So, without further ado, onto today's drabble...
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING WORK OF FICTION MAY CONTAIN ADULT THEMES AND LANGUAGE.
I have no idea where this idea came from, it just formed in my head and was there. Drabbles tend to work like that for me a lot. Welcome everyone surfing the AtoZ today, thank you for dropping in.
Kun could feel himself losing the tether that connected him to the real world. Every sorcerer needed a focus when they reached into the maelstrom and, for as long as he could remember, Kun's had been Mal. Now his partner was gone, lost with the other battle dead. Kun tried to fight on for his people, but he was losing.
"Kun, hold on."
Now he was hearing things as the magic tried to steal his soul.
"Kun, come back to me."
Mal could not be calling, Mal was dead.
Those two words were an anchor in a storm.
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