Jerome Greywood
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The War Of Equilibrium
Onward and forward does the wanderer wander. In all directions, North, East, South, and West, there is naught but discovery. Into the canyon, the woman descends. Same planet, though a different world she finds. Hidden in between the jagged stones tumbled rocks, formless and tangible, the lightless dark holds dominion here. One footfall in and naught but her heart does she hear. Thundering away such as the drums of warriors long ago. Two footfalls in and the whispers begin. The woman walks on. Thrice now have steps been stepped. The shapeless emperor surrounds her, using oppressive fear to dissuade her forward progress, just as he has done countless times in ages past. “You hold no power over me. I fear you not.” whispers the woman. “For I am the Lightbringer.” The palpable yet intangible godking of the dark hisses at the mention of the Champion of the Sun. “Do not lie to me, little mouse. Many before you have claimed that title, and here I kept them. You can hear their whispers still.” cursed the bodiless ruler.
By Jerome Greywood4 years ago in Fiction
The Quiet Healer and Her Lantern
Once upon a time, in days of old, magyck and spirits saturated the living world. Some were malevolent, others benevolent. It is the way of this world. Good and evil force equality in the land. A young wanderer was wandering. Up until this point, her path passed through forests, hills, and fields of grass and flowers. This young wanderer always stopped and made time to help the small creatures that crossed her path. One animal in particular, never left her side. A barn owl, winged wisdom, she befriended. Athena, she named her. In her heart, there lived a gemstone. A gem not made of this world, yet more alive than the breath of Gaia. A gemstone so rare, and so secret only a privileged few even know of its existence. The wanderer herself, often forgets a treasure more valuable than all of the gold and jewels on this earth, resides within her. She was a friend to all who crossed her path. The souls of all living and dead found in the land were drawn to her fey spirit and golden heart. A light on this earth was she. Unburdened and free she roamed gaily.
By Jerome Greywood4 years ago in Fiction
