Fantasy
Final Character Sheet: Sara Bloom: Book 1 "Rejoice!"
Final Character Sheet: Sara Bloom (End of Book 1: "Rejoice!") Name: Sara Bloom Race: Mycorrhizal Rank: Viscount Territories: 3. Haven Valley (Primary), Crystal Cavern Mines (Linked), & Haven Volcano (Linked)
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a month ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 62
Chapter 62 Sara spent the day with her hands busy, weaving spores into repairs, shaping tools, and crafting small reinforcements for the Valley’s defenses. She stayed close, knowing Cadri and Brogan were still watching the marked spies, her presence a quiet reassurance should things turn suddenly dangerous.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a month ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 61
Chapter 61 The cavern stretched vast and glittering, jagged walls alive with crystalline growths that pulsed faintly in the dark. At its center loomed the massive silhouette of the Crystal Devourer, its body like a mountain of jagged prisms, each movement grinding stone against stone.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a month ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 60
Chapter 60 Sara’s excitement warred with her nerves as she coaxed Fluffy to lay flat across the cavern floor. Even prone, their adolescent bulk rose nearly ten feet high, a mountain of stone and magma that radiated heat like a living forge.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a month ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 59
Chapter 59 The cavern was quiet save for the echo of Fluffy’s labored breaths. Sara knelt beside them, her hand pressed against their molten scales, whispering words of comfort she wasn’t sure they could hear. “Rest, Fluffy. Just rest. You’re safe.”
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a month ago in Fiction
WHEN THE TIDES LEARNED OUR NAMES
By the time the ocean reached the fifth step of the old courthouse, no one bothered arguing whether the flooding was temporary anymore. Harborreach had become a city that survived not through denial, but through adaptation so gradual it felt like habit. Streets were re-mapped according to tidal charts. Homes wore stilts like sensible shoes. Boats replaced buses, and children learned to swim before they learned to read. The water didn’t arrive violently—it came patiently, season by season, salt creeping into foundations and memories alike. People still argued about the weather out of reflex, but they planned their lives around it now, checking sea forecasts the way their grandparents once checked calendars.
By Alisher Jumayevabout a month ago in Fiction
THE TEAPOT THAT KNEW MY NAME
Willowfen was the kind of village that forgot the meaning of hurry long before I was born. It sat between a river that sang softly to itself and a meadow that smelled of honey even in winter, stitched together by cobblestone lanes worn smooth by centuries of unimportant footsteps. Nothing legendary had ever happened there—no dragons, no chosen heroes, no prophecies scribbled in fading ink. Instead, Willowfen specialized in the ordinary miracles: bread that rose perfectly every morning, lamplight that glowed a little warmer when someone walked home alone, and gossip that traveled faster than the wind but never meant any harm. It was the sort of place where people waved even if they didn’t know your name, and somehow, by the end of the week, they did.
By Alisher Jumayevabout a month ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 57
Chapter 57 The gates of Haven Valley stood open, the morning light spilling across the cobblestones as the procession reached where Sara stood at the gates. The Life Lions padded forward with regal confidence, their golden manes shimmering, their eyes sharp and watchful. Behind them came the crafters and families, weary from travel but carrying with them carts of tools, bundles of supplies, and the hopeful energy of new beginnings.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a month ago in Fiction
