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Sprig (Issue 3 - Shoot)

Sprig (Issue 3 - Shoot)

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Sprig (Issue 3 - Shoot)

80 pages
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Mar 27, 2020


A seed of hope in a world of hate...

War rages as land runs out. Elves, Dwarves, Humans, and other races fight for control of the limited space they have. When a land mass suddenly appears out of nowhere, people flock to it, only to be caught up in its mysteries.

Kaia, one of the last living members of the Treek race, heads to the new land to find others like herself and escape the war that surrounds her. With conflict at her back, and untamed wilderness ahead, she and the companions she makes discover the truths of the new land and themselves.

In this issue, Kaia and the group journey to another key location on Daegal, a large forest north of the ruined tower. With Tigala missing, and a potential run-in with the Beastfolk, alliances are tested as new discoveries are made.

Mar 27, 2020

About the author

A life-long adventurer and explorer, Houston Hare has never stopped dreaming. As a child, he wrote music and poetry, often depicting his journeys into the endless outdoors. As an adult, he hitchhiked across the United States to explore people and the country in which he resides. He has volunteered at farms and in several Central American countries. Through his exploration of the world around him, he found hope. Even though there are horrible tragedies all around us, there is still good.Now Houston has taken on his next adventure: writing a book that encapsulates the world he knows. His first work, Sprig, is an ongoing web serial brought to print with all of Houston's unique perspectives and creativity put into words.

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Issue 3 - Shoot


Houston Hare Stories


Issue 3 - Shoot

Copyright © 2020 Houston Hare

Houston Hare Stories

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form by electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review.

First eBook Edition

This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and incidents either are a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Published by Tallstrunt Press LLC

Dedicated to Willow,

for always doing your own thing.


Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5 Interlude: Tigala

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

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Chapter 1

Do you remember before all of the fighting started, Zef?" asked Lolan. We walked in a line through the woods, with Zef in the middle and Lolan to his side, opposite of me. Despite the topic, it was a nice day to be in the forest, even if we might run into a Beastfolk search party unannounced.

There’s always been fighting, he said. "There’s just more of it now. But yes, I remember before this war started, before the—" he stopped himself as he glanced at me. I knew where he was going. The Treek plague. He was smart to have stopped.

Before everyone joined in, he finished.

What was it like? Lolan asked. Did different races actually get along?

I guess it depends on what counts as getting along, heh. There was some trade between races, but people still fought. The Treeks, Elves, Gnomes, and Beastfolk had always fought over the forests; Avians even joined the fray occasionally. The Saurians, Beastfolk, and Elves fought over the oceans. The Gnomes, Dwarves, Avians, and Beastfolk fought over the mountains. There’s only so much land to go around. The battles were less focused than they are now, but this war had been waiting to happen.

Zef turned to me. Do you remember it, Kaia? Or are you too young?

I only remember bits and pieces I said. Some smells. A village in the trees. A community. It’s something I’ve never had since. It’s why I’m here.

To find your people? What will you do when you find them? asked Zef.

I don’t know, I said. I guess I’ll help rebuild that community here, away from the other races. Zef listened with creased eyebrows.

What? Why are you looking at me like that? I said.

He quickly brought back his usual cheer. Heh, no reason. I was just thinking.

About what? I said, prodding him further. The Treeks? Do you have a problem with my plan? I started breathing heavy. My nerves got to me as we approached a possible run-in with the Beastfolk search party. It put me on edge. But still, who was he to say anything about my ideas?

Zef’s winced. Do you really think this land is going to be free of other races for very long? His voice was careful, restrained, free of the cheerfulness that he often used as a mask.

But he was right. I didn’t believe Daegal would stay isolated forever. We have nowhere else. It’s all we have to work with, I said.

Zef seemed to understand my frustration, at least enough to say nothing more. This land was going to become a war zone eventually, just like everywhere else. That didn’t give Zef the right to stomp all over the few dreams I had. But, he wasn’t pushing it, so I wouldn’t either.

I walked a short distance from the two of them, giving Chipry enough room to swoop down and land on my shoulder. Traveling without Tigala was unsurprisingly peaceful. She did not show up that morning to join us. We stopped by her hut but found it empty, so we continued on our way. It was one of the easier decisions we made as a group.

As we walked I thought about our previous outings and the creatures we faced. Rodrigo wasn’t kidding about this place being dangerous. There wasn’t a day out here that we hadn’t almost died. Even though I didn’t like Tigala’s presence, I knew she was a big reason we were safe as a group. I was hopeful that Zef could at least keep us out of sight if we got ourselves into trouble.

The forest was beautiful after the previous day’s rain. Each plant glistened with beads of dew hanging from their leaves. The wet dirt of the overgrowth looked even more rich than normal. The plants seemed to enjoy it. I reached out with my magic and made a maple tree drop a few spinning seeds.

Using my power made me wonder what other ways Treeks had learned to use nature magic. I only knew the small amount of what my mother had taught me, but how far did it reach? Could I be capable of much more than I am now?

Back in Brighton, I had seen fire used to spread flames, to heat metal and make it malleable, and to create domes of protection. One time I had heard that powerful fire mages could even use it to fly. I didn’t know how that was possible, but there had to be more to nature than growing plants and moving them, right? I thought about the idea more as I walked.

Hey Kaia, you might want to see this, said Zef as he stared at the ground in front of him. I wasn’t ready to deal with his chipper disposition at the moment, but I walked

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