I have no idea what to post in Dreamwidth so I'm starting with one of my short stories. This is a Fiverr commission posted with permission from the client as per our agreement. Written by me, as requested.

Shadows danced on the walls at the rhythm that the wind imposed in the only candle in the room. The only furniture besides a small wooden table on which the candle burned were a couple of uneven chairs and a sad excuse for a bed without sheets. It was a cavernous place at the top of a long forgotten tower at the edge of the woods, where patrols no longer went to. No one did, not since the last battle of a war that hadn't ended but wasn't continuing either.

The whole territory was considered no man's land. She was no man.

Clarissa sat at the edge of the rectangular window, her nails softly scrapping the stone it was made of. The whole tower was, and it made the night much colder than it actually was. With her other hand, she tightened the cloak around her shoulders to keep warm. She was temped to throw one leg out and swing it, feel nothing but the air beneath her boot, maybe the vertigo too. From her vantage point, the forest turned into a sea of green, darkened by the lack of sunlight yet still illuminated enough by the crescent Moon.

A cloud passed by, bringing a dark patch of shadow with it. Clarissa sighed and pushed herself away from the window, making her way to the solitary candle. She'd been a fool to come here.

The crack of an arrow nailing itself to the outer wall of the tower surprised Clarissa. She knelt down instinctively and then cursed, she'd forgotten to blow the fire. She waited, counting the seconds, and when nothing happened, the young woman dared to crawl to the wall once more, her fingers starting to cradle the edge of the window. From it, she saw the silhouette of a rope hanging from the arrow followed by the unmistakable sounds of footsteps and grunts. Someone was climbing.

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