BeautyLikeNight

(I thought vamp666akuma would enjoy reading Misha's first appearance in my new book Dark Whispers, part 2 in the Books of Afaennon. This is just a first draft, so if there are grammar and/or spelling mistakes, please forgive me.) "I hate taking the watch," Misha complained. He reached down and scratched his rear, swatting at a couple mosquitoes that hovered around his sweaty face. "Especially watching in the hot muggy marshlands. Ick." "Shh," came the sharp reprimand of the girl beside him, her dark eyes scanning the horizon. Girl was the wrong term, though. This was a woman. A strong, beautiful woman.  Misha turned to look at her and simpl

"I'm bored," Misha complained, swinging his legs back and forth off the side of the wagon. "Do something then," Luka suggested. He was concentrating on a new spell, trying to lift a rock and place it on another rock. It took a lot of concentration because since he had no idea where the other rock was, he had to use his magic to guide him. But Misha had been complaining about being bored for the past half-hour and so he had made little to no progress with it. "Like what? Give me some ideas. I implore you," Misha begged, laying out on the wagon and setting his head on Luka's lap, looking up at him pleadingly. "Get off," Luka said, pushing th