I am obsessed with the fantasy genre and all of the wonderful places it can take you. Having loved the genre for so long I got a craving to create my own story. I hope to create my own little world that can inspire others to do it too.
Five Days Before the Dawn
On the first day, I had hoped it was all a mistake. I liked to read; so why did they take my books? I didn't like to raise my voice or laugh hysterically but I did like sharing stories and jokes. Why then were all the jokes about me? I didn't understand what I did wrong.
The Traveler's Descent
Until that night, Leshan did not believe there was anything left that could surprise him. The Lady Tara had set out with twenty of her personal guard, the Rangkaiti, towards a magical disturbance in the woodland to the east the night before. Such violent ripples had not been felt since the fall of the Titans two ages past. He had been prepared to guard their home in the Ghebar desert for weeks but had spotted her entourage the following evening.
Jar full of Stars
The air was so still that I was not sure I was even breathing. I was not sure if I needed to. Surrounded by darkness, I did not know if I wanted to curl into a ball or explore the unknown. My curiosity ultimately won out and I took one awkward step forward.
The Calling at Belshire
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A young woman had come to her old family home for the last time. Her family had left it in shambles the night they escaped, and she saw no reason to try to maintain a husk of her early years. She had long since moved out of the cabin but now she was looking for an item that might help entertain her. Armed with naught but small candle, the woman stepped lightly through the remains. With the shadows of her old room shying away from her meager flame, she placed the candle in the window and began her search through decades of dust and discarded curios. It wasn't long before she found her mark. A small, round mirror set in a silver stand. Its two sides rotating between a floral pattern and a flawless reflective surface.
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. From what little information she was able to extract from the ship’s crew, Alina knew that the region used to be inhabited by Titankin; powerful beings that embodied the traits of their Titan creators. Terran such as her had somehow managed to expand their borders until only the most treacherous and inhospitable regions remained outside their influence. Were it not for the attack on her village, she likely would have dismissed the legends as stories just as so many others had. Yet here she was, on the edge of nowhere, intending to travel into a land of beasts and bandits. And, of course, dragons. She stared at the snowcapped mountains as they clawed at the sky above, cutting through clouds as they passed overhead. Somewhere in those mountains was the person that could help her.
Tales of a Traveler
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Once, Titans roamed the landscape, shaping the world on a whim. Floating mountains, shifting deserts of gold and forest trees frozen in an eternal spring were all imposed upon the continent of Adentia. However, for all of their wonders, the Titans showed little interest in them and the people living throughout the land. Now the Titans were gone and the people of Adentia have fought for their survival ever since.