I'm an Australian who loves English and Philosophy. I once cried thinking about a paraplegic cat. If you want to find me I'm on a mediaeval mission to catch the lost dragon of Arkmire. Please join me on my writing crusade.
The Mind Raiders
A nimbus of gold surrounded the torch, flickering across the empty road. The rain descended in the nightfall and clouds stormed across the sky, creating a broken underbelly. Yefel urged her horse onwards through the deluge. The spare mare between her and her fellow Mind Raider, Fabian, grumbled ungainly in its descent. Large crimson flags fluttered from their saddles. The insignia of the Lost Crown—roses twined in angel wings—emblazoned proudly on their sides.
The Lion's Shadow is a Lamb
There is no bravery that compares to that of a lion. You know this intuitively if you ever meet one. From the long golden mane that billows like an imperial cloak, the deep eyes that seem to take in their surrounding’s with a sense of ownership and the indiscernible tilt to the head as if adorned by a regal crown. But there is one lion that is the bravest of them all. The lion of the Wilde Fare Forest. He had an air about him. The way he moved shore footedly across the forest carpet with a sense of grandeur and royalty reminded one of a king.