It has been a lifelong dream of mine to write a Dragonlance story since the 1990’s. I poured my soul into this project rewriting it over and over and even getting teared up over a particular part every time I worked on it. It’s an homage to the setting and to family and friends.
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“You’re such a coward, when will you learn to fight back!” Eva mocked Ander angrily.
Eva, a slender athletic human woman was darkened by years of outdoor labor under the hot sun. Although her lifespan barely surpassed twenty revolutions or so of Krynn around the sun, her tanned dry skin and fiery spirit gave off the impression of a more mature woman, a woman who exuded authority and was used to getting answers. The fire in her eyes was reflected in the torchlight inside the hut, and seemed to be in stark contrast to the dark night of the humid evening seen from the windows and open door that she had just entered in from a minute earlier. And right now, the target of Eva’s inner flame was laying prone in front of her, a similar-aged scrawny young human man named Ander. Although they had been friends since childhood, that friendship had been strained over recent years as they would go days or even weeks without seeing each other, forced by the Minotaurs to work in different sections of the slave camps in the local forest outside of a large Minotaur village named Tempest. When they did see each other, it was during short work breaks during the day, or for a few moments in the evenings after eating and before sleep took them, a tired, relentless sleep that can’t be defeated after such a physically demanding work day.
Now was one of those few moments, but Eva found herself looking forward to seeing Ander less and less each time—as their friendship was strained, at least from Eva’s perspective—by their differing personalities. Eva couldn’t stand to see Ander grow up to be such a push-over as was clearly evident in moments like this…
