21st Mar 2014, 4:30 AM in The Corby Tribe

Talk to... well, some part of me that's actually part of me.

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Talk to... well, some part of me that's actually part of me.
Jake spent much of the next week on duck hunts, which were often unsuccessful. He hadn't mentioned the jewels to his comrades at all, but they were definitely affecting him.
"I miss it," said the jewels.

"The endless lakes, so much like this place, and yet so different"
"I'm from the dark woods myself," said Jake. "No lakes to speak of. But I know what you mean."
"Is it true that there are still some Douards in those woods?"
"Oh yeah! You know about the Douards?"
" ...Sort of. My great-great-grandmother was a slave."

Jake was silent for a while.
"It's great to be able to talk to you," he said at last. "There's a half-elvish girl with us, but she wouldn't know a Douard if it dragged her underground and fed her to the spider-goddess."
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Reinder Dijkhuis 21st Mar 2014, 4:30 AM edit delete
Reinder Dijkhuis
Originally published on May 2, 2002.