Sneaking this in even though you said you wanted to get down to 50 prompts before opening it back up again.

It's from this story btw. https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-03240-h331-not-as-expected#@internutter/re-bkf-r3v5fl

As wraithvine sat without even batting an eye to let the older woman cut the hair, the woman rather surprised to say the least that they'd just sit and allow it, another comes into the home. This being looked almost exactly like the immortal elf. Wore clothing similar, though they traveled alone and had a pouch very well filled with coin, gems, and magic items. When asked, they claimed to be wraithvine, at least until Waithvine hirself was seen. Of course, as far as this being was concerned, this was likely yet another imposter. But, well, they learn why it's not nice to pretend to be someone they're not.

Oh, sorry Internutter, heh, it's past 1 AM here and I'm sleepy. I almost forgot the link to the story that prompted this. Well, more, it was the convo you and I had in the comments.

https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-03212-h303-they-were-behind-you-the-entire-time

Now if only we could find a cure for the common cold!

Though he never knew how many lived there, he'd saved well over 500 lives. Saving that small village by discovering a cure for a plague had become his deepest desire. He'd saved them not because Wraithvine had required him to save lives as penance for his crimes, but because looking into the eyes of the sick children, he swore to every god that would listen he'd rather die than see these people suffer, Wraithvine's requirement bedamned! Cold irony, the cure didn't work for him. His last request was to hopefully live long enough to see Wraithvine one last time, despite the chest-caving cough and weakness that wracked his body due to illness, to tell him he was sorry he couldn't fulfill his promise to the man to adventure out and find 300 souls. But hoped, at least, saving this one village would shoe he at least tried.

A bard sat within town playing their mandolin and singing. It was Rememberance Day within the city where people remembered those that had fought in those wars, and died defending the innocent. The bard's own family had been one of the many who'd been lost, and it was of one of their brothers they sang of. Next to them, sitting in a large basket as close to the fire as was safe to keep it quite warm, a dragon's egg. The bard's future young friend.

Lament of the Lost

Winds ride under the wings as the great beasts take to the air.
Their riders on their backs, defiance in their tones, they fly to destiny.
Yet one by one as the war does rage..... and their riders fall...
Each one, these lovely creatures let their wings to fold,
And plummet to death's great Hall.

Amidst the fallen was a rider, a young one who'd just begun.
His dragon died amidst the battle, his heart, the pain had stung.
Amongst the mourning lay a dragon who's rider had been slain as well.
Upon that dragon's back he shouted, now it’s time that our enemy fell.
So the two went together... to fight their hated foe.

Each one within the heat of battle, forgot their cries of woe.
For the battle they won that day and for their dead they prayed.
The dragon and rider went together, to rest until another day.
Oh where, great dragon, do you fly, up there, amidst the skies so lonely?
Where is it have your brothers gone, as you search skies and sea?
Oh where, great dragon, will you go, when your brethren are found?
And a new rider alights your back, and you are destiny bound.

I had someone help me get a PEAKD account. Apparently Hivesigner is by invite only. Fortunately, I found the PEAKD Discord page and they helped me get in so I can make comments again. Btw, I find it amusing you use Brii or Bree for some of your character names. My nickname is Bri - short for Bridget. LOL

Good to see you again, Internutter! I love all of your stories, esp. the ones where the wealthy elites get their keesters handed to them because of their behaviors.

Btw, if you ever have prompts from past stories from your steemit, if you want the story, I'll go and look for it for you. I've been doing that for others when I see prompts that quite obviously link to some of your stories from the past.

From - Bridget.

Is there any other way than posting on PeakD to comment on your postings? Some of them are wonderful but try as I might, I can't sign in to PeakD and there seems to be no way in despite all their "login options" short of buying subscriptions that I cannot afford.

Daniandshali - aka Bridget Kielas-Fecyk

What book are you talking about and where can I find it? I love your short stories.