From Demons to Dragons: Drips and Drabbles

by Faeruy

I've decided to have a place to collect little stories; challenges that aren't long enough to warrant their own heading, random prompt generations, limited word drabbles, poems, that sort of thing. Only one up so far, we'll see how many I end up having.

A/N: To celebrate reaching 100 members on the Dragon Age Fanfiction writer's Facebook group, we're writing 100-word drabbles based on prompts from the Random Prompt Generator. This one is Maferath/Sketch, dodge an arrow.

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"Shit!" Sketch spoke as he scurried through the streets. Some sneaking, scary swindlers were shooting at him, and the shivering elf had no sense as to why.

That wasn't true. He knew why.

"Maferath!" They shouted. Sketch heard the twang of a bowstring and found himself dodging yet another arrow. Traitor. He had promised to help them break into one of the grandest houses in Hightown. All was set but at the last second, Sketch spooked. He couldn't even say why, just that something felt wrong. That angered them.

"MAFERATH!" Let them screech. He'd just keep dodging.