Orias
Orias is the world I and Amber Burns have created.
I do hope you enjoy it.
~Sam F.
You Wanna Know About
Me?
I've been writing this story for way, way too long.
And yet, it is only a measly 50 or so pages so far.
The world though, that is so much larger and so much deeper.
Hence, why I'm here. Making a site for the shits' and giggles.
I've had this world in my head since I was a small child, and it has only grown.
Sure, I've changed a few things- fine, I've changed it a lot.
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But, I like what it's becoming.
And I'd like to share, even small pieces of it, with those that are willing to read it.
Excerpts
Sear dropped her smirk, as she looked at Mask with a tilt to her head. Scrutinizing.
“Is this a test?”
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“No.”
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Fact about Mask: She rarely lies.
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“Do you have a plan?” Sear quirked a brow, taking another sip.
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“No.”
Mask shook her head deliberately left to right once as if it’s a learned gesture.
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“You want me to help though?”
Up-down, once.
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Sear sighed, “What makes you think I will help you?”
She could swear Mask smiled, something impossible to really know when her mask doesn’t have a slit for her mouth.
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“Because isn’t serving the LoD a lot like being a slave? And isn’t helping the Energeia enough? I mean…”
She drummed her fingers on the counter, “That’s what Alex would have wanted, yes?”
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“That’s low.” Sear grounded her teeth together. The image of her baring her teeth as a wolf was hard to miss.
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“But, I’ll help.”
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“Yay.” The word ground against her monotone painfully, Shame is the one who says that most often. Shame brightened rooms, Mask...did not.