Solina Silverfire
Bio
I have always had an active imagination. I would write short stories and poems in elementary school when other kids were wrestling or doing gymnastics. The written word seems to fill a hole in my spirit that could not be filled otherwise.
Stories (5)
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Beep Beep
On the night of April 5th, 2012, I almost died. I should have died. Had anything gone differently, even by a hair, I would have died. It was the single most traumatic experience in my life and shaped who I am today. Here, let’s take a trip down memory lane. Don’t worry, it’s safe, but you might want to buckle your seat belt.
By Solina Silverfire4 years ago in Psyche
Therin's escape
That’s it, I am done, he thought. I need to get out of here. Therin had had enough. He had to leave home. Perhaps he could search out the Archwizard and beg for forgiveness. Yes, that could work, hopefully. If only he could stop crying… His mother had pushed him for the last time, hoping to completely break him. And he knew that if he didn’t leave home soon, he would be broken. His twin brother wasn’t ready to leave yet, even though he had to suffer the same wrath. And it wasn’t just the mother. No, if only. The sister… Ugh. His younger sister, Therial, was the worst. Not just in a sibling sort of way, either. She thought genocide was fun! Those poor swamp elves. Had any survived? The very thought of the previous afternoon sent Therin back to the privy to vomit again. He could feel through his link with Raithen that he was able to keep better control of his stomach. That foul mongrel, he thought with jealousy as he cleaned himself up.
By Solina Silverfire4 years ago in Fiction
Bryan Connor ThornBlossom
*The following journal was found by Brynn inside a magical labyrinth where monsters reside, and people go insane. The author of this journal, Bryan Connor ThornBlossom, son of Alexander Connor ThornBlossom, apparently tied his journal to the back of an animal in the hopes of being rescued. The following pages have been translated into the Common tongue where possible and serve as a warning to not underestimate the dangers of ancient magics. *
By Solina Silverfire4 years ago in Fiction
Eight-legged messengers
Diza woke to immense pain in her right leg and hair in her face. As she tried to move, pain lanced through her ribs making her gasp. Forcing herself to move through the pain, she finally managed to roll onto her back. Stars danced in her vision, but she forced herself to focus on her breathing. “Ta’Kaylah,” she whispered. Shifting her shoulders a bit, Diza exposed a fold in her shirt. “Rozhin, help”. A rose-colored tarantula peeked out. “You said someone else can speak to your kin. Find them. Get help. Ta’Kaylah needs you”. Rozhin skittered away, and Diza breathed a small sigh of relief.
By Solina Silverfire4 years ago in Fiction
The Exile
“A great evil has come to creation. When the Chaotic One is known, the true King of Dragons will arise to fight. Twice the King will see beyond the veil and twice he will be tested. Only the true King of Dragons can neutralize the greatest evil. Only then will there be balance within the machine that is the Universe.”
By Solina Silverfire5 years ago in Fiction
