6. Distress

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5. Change of Hands

“Where are you going?” Sir Balan said to his brother, who was found walking in the opposite direction of their home. “Mother is insane,” Balin huffed as he kept right on walking. “She can be from time to time,” Sir Balan admitted. “Are you alright? You left real suddenly just now.” Balin stopped in his… Continue reading 5. Change of Hands

Chapter 4 – Rendezvous

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Chapter 3 – Marching Orders

Howard and Stomp saw a large prickle of armoured porcupines before them as they exited the office. “Stand at your pike,” a heavily armored porcupine shouted at them as they stepped out into the open yard. “Hurry! We don’t have all day.” “Yes, sir, Lieutenant Colonel Green, sir!” Stomp said as he sprinted towards the… Continue reading Chapter 3 – Marching Orders

4. Mother Knows Best

Balin’s mother, Catalina, stood before a wooden pail filled with water and beside a tall stack of glazed clay dishes. In the reflection of the water, the image of a willowy woman with dark sable skin shimmered upon its sparkling surface. A young man appeared at the doorway. It was her son Balin. “Where’s Balan?”… Continue reading 4. Mother Knows Best

3. Push Off

Lady Viviane was still leaning upon the hilt of the Excalibur. Balin reached out a hand to the Lady, presumably as an offer to help her down. “I’ll need some room to try,” he said pleasantly. “Okay,” she replied. She stepped aside, hopped down from the boulder and rolled a short distance upon the soft… Continue reading 3. Push Off

2. The Pull

“This is not going to do,” Balin said to himself as he stared at the pipe in his hand. He replaced it in his pocket, and slammed the panel door shut. “What am I to do?” he murmured to himself with folded arms. He pondered on the spot. ‘Maybe they’re still back there where I… Continue reading 2. The Pull

1. On Parts

A young man walked north from Camelot towards the lands which held Merlin’s machines. His name was Balin, and he carried with him a fine set of magical tools—loaned out to the young man from Camelot’s workshop—hanging from his belt, as well as several parts of different sizes and shapes in his many pockets. The… Continue reading 1. On Parts