Brayden Kesteloot
Bio
I am a young author striving to someday write my own fantasy novel. I am absolutely in love with the genre. I write poems, short stories, and sometimes another failed attempt at a first chapter that I can add to the mass grave.
Stories (2/0)
The Ways of Wind and Fire
The Ways of Wind and Fire “There weren't always dragons in the valley.” That is what my father would tell me. That's to say if there even are dragons. Every now and then I’d ask if I would ever meet one. And he would almost always say “you will, soon”. I don't know what “soon” means in his world, but it must mean a hundred years from now. I have just turned nineteen and still never met one. Or even see one flying in the distance. My father is getting old, and I fear I may never get the chance. I would travel myself, but I have never been too far from home. Only to the edge of the old forest, that my father has named Fildegarde. We live in an open plain that bordered the mountain range called Varda, it mainly consisted of long green grass and Buffalo. The rolling hills went on forever eastward, making the sunrise uncontested. To the south, it was barred off by a river and a town named Rinathrin. The North is unknown to me, I was always told to veer away from it. At night I see a dim light beyond the horizon.
By Brayden Kesteloot2 years ago in Fiction
