Fantasy
Jewels of Rodemn
Iestyn breathes in the salty air of the port town his adoptive family governs over, remembering his arrival thirteen years earlier. Somehow, his terrible luck changed when the Viscovos came through Reeds. They ran across the eight year old orphan and decided to adopt him as their own, the couple being childless for years. They’ve since molded him into their perfect heir, while being doting as well as caring. In these regards, they’ve always allowed him to search for his younger sister, a driving force for him since they were separated.
By Skaoi_Nott4 years ago in Fiction
Memoir of The Last
Individuals live their lives separately from others in the land of Izria. It’s how everyone across the land chose to live, and with little conflict as possible. But even with the natural order of things, just like a predator or prey, these lives will clash eventually. A war would most likely break out if races like the Salamanders and Ice dragons were to co-exist in the same lands. So on their own, they build cities, villages, homes precisely for their kin. Not many would dare to bother the neighboring residences that surround theirs, for possible conflict hangs at the end of a thin thread. Though many species bare fang at the others with poison in their gaze, not all wish to be isolated from the rest. The Gnomes and Fairies, for example, get along quite well. They trade goods and gather once a year to celebrate their alliance with each other as they are both very gentle creatures, proving that mythical creatures of any race could get along. As result, their countries prosper in wealth, equality, and some even say good serendipity.
By Chiharu Mei4 years ago in Fiction
Valor
She clung to the harness strap with one gloved hand, her sword in her other, his wings carrying them through the thick smoke rising from the raging fire burning out the siege engine below. Sparks made her blink, releasing her hold on his saddle to swipe at their biting kiss, helmet sliding forward as sweat trickled down her forehead and temples from beneath the thin metal.
By Patti Larsen4 years ago in Fiction
Prisoner
Eshi sat quietly in the muted lantern light, using chalk to draw fanciful images on the floor. Memories of things she used to know. Were they real? Or just dreams? She would need to ask for more chalk soon. She was all out of blue and pink, her two favorites. Well, she also really liked yellow. And purple. And green was very nice.
By Kristen Slade4 years ago in Fiction
Inner Light
The owl has a contradictory character in human history and Myth. Seen as evil, a harbinger of death and yet also a wise protector. Owls were the Goddess Athena's favorite bird. She believed they contained an inner light, which granted them sight, in the darkest of nights.
By Cassandra McElroen4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 27: Home
The darkness of the woods were lit with celebration when the children landed into the clearing with the adults. Smiles grew on their faces as they saw a bright fire burning in the center of the field. Jack and Shinning Sun began to beat together a rhythmic patterns and the children ran to the fire and began to step to the beat of the drum.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 26: The
Sarah woke the next morning to a knocking on her window. She covered her eyes to shield the light as she focused onto the window ledge to see an old barn owl sitting outside. Sarah rose and opened the window and the bird hopped in and placed an envelope in her hand. She turn the envelope over and broke the seal and took out the contents.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Fiction
The Owl's Observance
The night had deepened by the time the owl landed for a rest. His belly, empty only moments before, was now sated by the likes of a small field mouse. Scant pickings for some of the larger birds of prey but a tasty, satisfying meal for him. He had dove the moment he saw it and snatched the sorry creature up, swallowing it bones and all. Now he clutched to the old oak joist of a familiar resting spot to him, digging at an itch in his feathers.
By Sebastian Russo4 years ago in Fiction
