An Epic Christmas: On The Third Day…

On the third day of Christmas my true Muse sent to me…

Three Weapons Of Power:

“So much lost,” Hylcarian murmured. “So much broken or gone forever.” The light-filled voice paused briefly. “The weapons of your power are lost, too. Sword, helm, and shield all vanished when you fell. Yet how can she hope to withstand the Darkswarm without them?”

“There is always hope, old friend,” the hero replied gently. “You should know that better than any. Just as you know that it is heart and wit that make th...