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“Here ya go,” the friendly, heavy-set food truck worker said, handing Maren her lunch. “Hope you enjoy!”
“Thanks,” Maren said, taking the stew. “Will do!”
Neirean Stew, an easy but delicious favorite of hers. Packed with meat, potatoes, onions, and carrots, this hearty stew had always supplied her with a warm heart and a full belly. Her stomach howled, voicing its vexation. Maren delighted in calming the irate organ, her mouth cheering as the savory stew began to ease her hunger.
“Must’ve had one hell of a run,” the food truck proprietor said.
“You don’t know the half of it,” Maren said.
Linick’s northern skyline came into view not long after she left the dumpsite zone. Maren had wanted to get to the city as quickly as possible, but she’d known she would need to conserve her energy as much as possible for whenever she would inevitably run into more abominations. So she compromised, sometimes jogging, sometimes walking. Regardless, it had taken over four hours to reach the city and she was exhausted. She couldn’t remember the last time she worked her legs and lungs so hard!
She’d even used up all of her…
“I’m sorry,” Maren said. “But… my water?”
“Oh, right, sorry,” the man said, ducking behind the counter then giving her four full large bottles of water. “My apologies.”
Maren placed the stew down, then filled her enlarged canteen. There was a little left over, which she took slow, even sips to finish off. She took her stew, then leaned back and looked out at the small city park.
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Maren is the proud leader of Talam's first ever traveling guild! Issues have been arising, however, since no one qualified has been interested in joining. She needs to find two others blessed by Titans, those called Wielders, before the end of the month, or else her guild will be disbanded and her goal will die before it ever truly lives.
In her first grand adventure looking for would-be guildmembers, Maren finds herself attacked by grotesque monsters, contracted into a missing persons' case, and hunting down the dangerous truths that lurk in their nation's capital, Linick.
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Chapter 11: What I Heard in the Apple Barrel 🍎
Jim Hawkins overhears a conversation that changes everything. Hidden in the apple barrel, he discovers that the voyage is not what it seems—and that some of the men aboard the Hispaniola have been keeping a deadly secret.
The hunt for treasure has become something far more dangerous. Before the island is even reached, Jim realizes the greatest threat may not be waiting onshore—it may already be standing on deck.