Forrest quit. He was busy adding finishing touches to his pottery but decided it was over. The games were stupid. His parents shipped him off to play them when outsiders weren’t normally allowed to participate, only watch. It was so unnecessary. Instead of just annoying him, the games destroyed him. Two people died. That meant he was most likely going to join them so why even try? He left the workshop, leaving a sad attempt of a vase on one of the table and found his room, locking himself inside.
He gazed at all of the art on the walls of his room, getting lost in the moment for as long as he could possibly bear. He kept his focus on a landscape painting and panned his attention down to his own. The one he’d been working on for a week now. He’d just kept adding and adding to it. Just like the stress kept adding and adding up onto his shoulders. He grabbed the canvas and set it up with some paint outside on his balcony. As he painted, he thought about Claire. His unfortunate relationship with Claire Amaryllis.
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Their Thirst For Pride
Mystery / ThrillerEach year, the Queen of Emavaria hosts an annual game where citizens are invited to compete and show off their talents, but what happens when something strange goes on during the 15th annual games? Who is behind all of the murders?
