Cayla Stone
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A Kingdom of Hope and Torment
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Or at least, it seemed that way. The storm raged so fiercely and the wind blew with such force it seemed to change the flow of the current, sending waves of icy river water upstream towards the docks of the prosperous city of Illun. Though there weren’t many left manning the boats, there were enough to spread the tale of the strange phenomenon, a tale that circulated far and wide throughout the coming months.
By Cayla Stoneabout a year ago in Fiction
The Hunt. Top Story - February 2024.
Speed and stamina were her gifts. Through the silent forest and out onto the snow covered plains, she ran. She did not falter when the snow became deep, or when the wind blew with an icy chill, hard enough to push through the dense layers of her coat.
By Cayla Stone2 years ago in Fiction
Slayer
I have done this before. My body, no longer young but not yet old, is a map of scarred lines telling the many tales of my gruesome adventures. Adventures that have inspired songs, made grown men shudder and maidens weep. The heat, the pregnant silence, the waiting. The calm before the inevitable eruption of violence. This is nothing new. I have done this before.
By Cayla Stone2 years ago in Fiction
Sacrifice
The boy had stopped crying. After two hours of struggle and misery, even the trees seemed relieved at the silence, but Aleck could not shake the heavy sense of foreboding as they traveled deeper into the slowly darkening forest. He shifted nervously in the saddle, his eyes ever watchful. He knew the stories of this place.
By Cayla Stone3 years ago in Fiction
Soulless
Soulless There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Once you could cross the desert with only the threat of bandits or hunger and thirst dogging your steps. My parents often spoke of this time. A time when herds of elephants, gazelle and giraffe populated the plains. When the Gazi wild horses were one of the most valuable commodities of the land, and the wealthy landowners from the coastal cities made regular excursions into the desert to try their hand at capturing one. A time when fire and death was the last thing on a person's mind in the Serengazi. But, the year I was born, the year of the dragon, everything changed.
By Cayla Stone4 years ago in Fiction
