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Leeron Heywood

Two Faces Vs Two-Faced

Nobody came near when Don was training in his “Alter Form”. He didn’t blame them. The stories of shifters slipping and losing control were frightful. It was called “Cursed Blood” for a reason. Sure, their fear hurt. How could it not? But he didn’t blame them.

The International Summit Summit

As a rule, mountain spirits weren’t big on travel. But in this modern world, with threats and pressures on every side, it was agreed that coming together was important. So here Scafell Pike was, with the rest of the UK delegation.

Taken In On The Lonely Cold Road

She looked the perfect picture of a shrine-tender. I suspected nothing, eager to take shelter against the desolate cold of the isolated road…

Calling The Melder To Our Side

“Sis, you know I’m all for ending conflict and suffering forever, I just… I’m worried that feeding all consciousness on earth to an eldritch entity might not work out.”

Revenge's Burden

“We’re heroes, Brody.” Otis said softly, with a smile eerily like the earnest young man he’d been when they set out. “Heroes don’t murder.”

The Viewers' Views

Bjorn the dwarf is skeptical that the route taken to the top of the mountain makes any difference to your view at the peak. But there must be some reason people take the harder path, so like any good dwarf he sets out to test this.

Weaving Gratitude

Charlotte has always prided herself on being a helpful, accommodating, low-maintenance familiar. But making it so the person you’re supporting rarely has to think about you brings its own problems…

The Sweet Rotting Scent Of Rebirth

It was funny. The flowers hadn’t smelt of much when they were fresh. Now… they’d gone past death, into trying to become something new.

The Truth-Giver

Once, so far away that it could almost be quite close, there was an alchemist told to find Truth. But the truth is a tricky thing to distill, and harder still to swallow…

Local Peace Dove Speaks Up

It was never good when an interview turned into an impromptu counselling session. Especially when you were interviewing someone of a different species and weren’t sure what would be comforting.