Friendship
Heart of Steel
Author's note: This follows Turn of Fate. The echo of Naythan's defiant shout rang through the woods, a deep silence followed as Naythan saw Lor'kan studying him closely, hand gently resting on the pommel of his own blade, not in any aggressive stance, but clearly ready to draw if necessary. It was clear that the Brother, while surprised by Naythan's refusal, felt completely unthreatened by him.
By Tomos Jackson2 years ago in Poets
The Symphony Of Creation
In the beginning, there was nothing but an infinite void, a canvas waiting for the brushstroke of existence. Within this emptiness, there stirred an essence, a spark yearning to ignite the symphony of creation. This essence, the primordial force, danced in the silence, shaping itself into the very fabric of reality.
By AKINDOYIN AKINTOYESE2 years ago in Poets
