1. nameless - by Aruthir
Thunder rumbled, lightning flashed, and a howl rang out in the night.
Alone and afraid in the dark of the stables, it wailed in misery and fear for a mother it had been taken away from far too early.
I shook my head and headed towards the stall where the cry had come from, making shushing sounds.
They did the trick.
A snuffling, and rustling in the hay, and all of a sudden there was a snout at the bars, a tongue slobbering at my fingers as I stroked it.
"There now, my little one. It is naught but the skies at war, naught for us to be afeared of."
A mewling now, a mewling that became a satisfied rumble, and I smiled.
"There is naught for us to fear but the White Wizard, and if we do his will, what have we to fear of him?"
The Wargling closed its eyes, and I knew that all was well in the world.
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