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The Fox and Birdcage
When Asire was discovered, it was considered a gift from the Gods. Not only was it a glowing crystal that erupted from the ground in various places around the world after what scholars called The Awakening, but was otherwise known as the worse earthquake ever experienced by mankind before or since; it was found to be a power source of incalculable potential, and even after a century of experimentation it was still common for new limits to be found and then shattered by the wonderous rock structure. The technological revolution brought about a baby boom...and the first of those to claim it was a curse. It was discovered that exposure, and even in some cases simply close proximity, to Asire, causes what is either the spirits of the world escaping to the mortal realm through an unprotected babe or a result of the radiation given off by Asire when in use causing mutations in unborn children, depending on your source.
By Lee McDonald5 years ago in Futurism
The Priestess and the Fool
The Priestess and The Fool A woman sat on a stump in the middle of the woods, with two young girls around her, seated in front of her on the ground as they had time and time again. It was mid-afternoon, with the sun high in the sky. It was just turning to fall, the leaves on the tall spruce trees changing colors. The sun hitting the leaves covered the ground in shadows, with enough light peeking through to keep the bottom of the forest lit .
By Megan Gilbreath5 years ago in Futurism
The Sun and Moon
In the beginning there were only two animals: a fox and a swan. The fox was named Kahli, his fur was not fur, but hot red flame, almost as hot as his temper. The spirits of the wind and earth hated his impatient nature and did all they could to stop him. Then there was Malkia, the swan, tranquil, delicate and a body made out of grey sandstone, it was hard not to love her. In fact, the spirits of earth and wind loved Malkia so much, they gave her anything she asked for.
By JazzLynn Fields6 years ago in Futurism
The Creation of the North Star — A Folk Tale
There was once a great kingdom called Kinaleaue, where a wise king ruled, and across the island and to the East was a lesser kingdom named Krusivich. They were friendly rivals and frequently competed with one another.
By Maisy Wilkinson6 years ago in Futurism
What's On The Other Side Of The Raindrop
What’s on the other side of the Raindrop When I was about 10 or 11 years old and in 5th grade we were learning about molecules at school. What they looked like and how they worked. The teacher showed us models of the nucleus surrounded by the orbiting atoms and told us that everything on Earth was made up of these teeny tiny bits that we couldn’t even see. The idea really caught my attention. It’s probably the first experience I’ve had of actually contemplating something. I have a very clear memory of standing in the produce section of the grocery store with my mother one day and thinking about whether the oranges were actually tiny galaxies and if “people” lived there, to them we were great awesome god-like creatures. I thought of the tiny bits of pulp. Were they oceans or other even tinier universes? What would it be like to be that small? Then I began to think about our universe. Maybe we were a miniscule part of some other being’s orange. I remember feeling at the time that it probably went both ways, from vastly tiny to unimaginably huge. The idea of never-ending was there but the imagining of it was hard, though I still kept turning it over and over in my mind. That night as I lay in bed I started to rub small circles on one spot of my bedroom wall thinking about all the little molecules I must be rubbing off and wondering how long it would take me to get through the wall. Then I realized that if all things on Earth were made of those little bits then I was also wearing away my finger. I quickly stopped rubbing.
By Victoria LaPointe6 years ago in Futurism
Chapter 2: The Underdark
Thia's village was located right in the middle of Sildëyuir. It was a very majestic and dense forest but Thia had wandered the woods so many times she knew how to manipulate it. She was enjoying her long walk to nowhere when she reached the edge of her village. Normally she walked in the forest during twilight, but the sky was still pitch black. She looked around in wonder at the large, silver trunked trees that now had phosphorescent fungus glowing up and down the trunks of them. A pack of silver deer ran across her path and glowing foot-long emerald and sapphire dragonflies buzzed around her. The grass lit up with every step she took. Everything seemed to be humming with magical energy.
By Destiny Joseph6 years ago in Futurism
The Adventures of an Eladrin Starflower
Thia Amasticia was born in a dark cave in the Feywild. The Feywild or the plane of the faerie is where the fey originated from. Thia lived in a village just outside of Sildëyuir, a citadel created by the ancient star elves. It was a place of potent magic indeed. Sildëyuir is covered with dells with silver-boled trees and streams. At the borders of the demiplane, the forest grows thicker and thicker, and any track one follows or makes simply bends back on itself. This place is always in perpetual twilight. The sky in the distance above the crowns of the trees is a soft pearl-gray, and it seems as if there is no east or west, for the same source-less illumination lights the horizon no matter in what direction one looks. Near the sky’s zenith, however, the skies are the purple velvet of true night and are filled with preternaturally brilliant stars. During the “night,” the sky darkens into pure blackness.
By Destiny Joseph6 years ago in Futurism
The Clockworks Chronicles of Zahn
19) Consternation in the Cogs Charlemagne was hitting a new level of consternation as he now saw the area of his globe dedicated to Ouihan running backwards. As it was, he had to disengage it from the rest of the globe or risk total destruction of all the other carefully fashioned cogs and gears.
By Scott Hawver6 years ago in Futurism
Ciy of the Lost- A Mermaid Tale
Our story starts not with landscapes of beautiful woodlands and mountains, but of deep blue waters with waves that ripple and crash, driving white horses across golden sands leading up to forgotten coastal paths. Deep within these beautiful clear blue waters, is a palace of crystals shimmering bright beneath the waves out of reach of the cruelty of man, a palace of creatures which need not the air from above, creatures half humanoid and half fish.
By Alixzandra Wiseman6 years ago in Futurism
