Mara Edwards
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I have published four or five new stories that are all challenge entries! Would love for you to read!
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Blood of my Blood
Aileana closed her eyes, drawing a deep breath as the pulse of Ancient Magic thrummed through her. The clearing, encircled by sentinel-like trees, was her sanctuary, a place where the whispers of nature spoke to her burgeoning power. With a calm exhale, she extended her arm, her fingertips dancing in the air as if plucking the strings of an unseen harp. A gust of wind obeyed her silent command, rustling the leaves around her in a crescendo of whispered secrets.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
Aileana's fingers trembled ever so slightly, not from doubt but from the sheer magnitude of the moment as she stood before the Ancient Altar. Beside her, Ewan was a pillar of strength, his presence both comforting and exhilarating. They were flanked by the craggy walls of the grand hall, where the flickering torchlight cast dancing shadows over the faces of those gathered.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
Ewan's gaze swept over the bustling construction site, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sword—a habitual comfort rather than a present necessity. Aileana stood beside him, her red hair a fiery contrast to the gray stones that would soon form the protective walls around their burgeoning village. The air rang with the symphony of clinking chisels and thudding mallets as workers, their faces set with determination, heaved heavy boulders into place.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
Aileana's hand trembled slightly as she pushed open the heavy oak door to her father's study. The room was steeped in shadow, save for the flickering glow of the hearth and the single oil lamp that pooled light across the scattered parchments on Cormac Glenroth's desk. Her breath seemed too loud in the hushed expanse of the room, each inhale sharp with the tang of old leather and parchment.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
The battle had raged like a tempest, but now all that remained were the echoes of war cries and the defeated hush of an enemy vanquished. Aileana's chest heaved, her breaths coming out in ragged gasps as she stood beside Ewan, surveying the littered expanse where the Ancient Evil and its minions lay still in their eternal defeat. The air was thick with the metallic tang of spilled blood and charred flesh, a grim tapestry of victory.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
Aileana's hands trembled as the parchment slipped from them, the words of Ewan's capture echoing through the chambers of her heart like a mournful dirge. Her breath caught in her throat, shock rooting her to the spot for one still moment before fear ignited her spirit into action.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
"Another village falls," gasped a winded messenger, stumbling into the great hall where nobles and warriors had convened in an urgent assembly. His eyes were wild with fear, his message carrying the weight of impending doom. "The Black Mist—it spreads unchecked."
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
The candle's light danced across the parchment, sending elongated shadows skittering over the edges as if they were trying to escape the confines of the room. Aileana sat motionless before it, save for the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest. The silence was only broken by the occasional crackle of the wick as it burned.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
Moonlight spilled through the open window, casting a silvery glow over Aileana's chamber. The allure of the Highlands beckoned her soul, whispering promises of peace and solitude. With each passing moment, the castle walls seemed to close in, stoking the fire of restlessness within her. She couldn't bear another night confined within these stones that seemed to mock her dreams of freedom.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
Aileana paced the echoing halls of her ancestral home, the weight of Ewan's curse bowing her shoulders. Tapestries of valorous scenes loomed over her, whispering tales of Ancient power and long-forgotten secrets. The castle, with its stout walls and shadowed corners, had always been a steadfast presence, yet now it felt suffused with a silent urgency that matched the thrumming of her heart.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
The dappling sunlight played across the grove, casting a mosaic of shadows upon Aileana's face as she sat on the grass, her fingers tracing the outlines of wildflowers. Ewan watched her from a little distance away, the forest's secluded embrace affording them a rare moment of solitude, far removed from the prying eyes of their kingdom.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
Aileana's breath misted in the crisp air of the Highlands as she drew her bowstring taut. The wind whispered through the heather, carrying a scent of earth and wild thyme. With a gaze as sharp as the arrow nocked between her fingers, she focused on the distant target—a weathered stump adorned with concentric circles painted in faded colors.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
