Fantasy
Ascension - Chapter 3
The longer time went on the more restless Izadora became. She felt she was wasting her life in this village. She wanted to know about her mother’s people. She wanted to know who her true father was. She was excited at the idea of leaving home, but also scared. She worried for her aunt and uncle. What might happen to them without her or if the villagers discovered her identity as a half-elf. That wouldn’t matter to them, they would only see elf and they would hate her. She had heard some of the hateful things said about elf-kind. She wondered how her mother had dealt with it. It hadn’t really affected her before. She thought it was small-minded pettiness, but it had not hit her in such a personal way until now. Stepping into the butcher shop for some venison steaks she noticed Widow Willowsmith and Madam Teasworth standing near the window gossiping. Izadora didn’t appear to be listening, but she was.
By Nikky Affolder-Walker4 years ago in Fiction
Kyrie and his Flying Beast
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. When I was much younger, my pa put me to sleep with stories of his childhood, before the dragons came. The Valley used to be filled with tall, verdant trees, millions of tiny squirrels and birds, and a wide, winding river where Pa and his buddies fished. He would describe yellow and pink wildflowers so vividly I could almost smell them. He told me once that he had even seen a bear, bumbling along the river’s edge and trying to catch fish. My older sister chuckled as he told me that story, later informing me that our grandfather was an ardent story teller and that he was doing just that: telling stories.
By Caden Fontenot4 years ago in Fiction
Temerity
This biography can be found on the book jacket of many tomes found throughout the Library of Lore. Though Temerity may struggle to carry but the simplest of tunes, few weave words as wonderfully as she. She has travelled far and wide, telling treasured tales of peasants and paupers as often as of adventurers and aristocrats. For this she was welcomed warmly when she showed up at the Library of Lore seeking to master the magic of musings and music. In just a few short years she has done much to further our cause, by adding her own stories to the bardic collective and by breathing new life into the ones she's learned from us here.
By Sarah Rosanna Busch4 years ago in Fiction
The Time of Fire
“There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Thatched roofed villages and trees once dotted the hills. Merchants and their horse drawn carriages busied the roads that connected the sprawling towns. The merchants’ carts used to be filled with every kind of vegetable and fruit. Walking along on the main road, while not dodging trotting horses, you could take a deep breath and taste lavender and honey before you ever reached the next towns tavern. Beautiful women would be washing gowns and trousers by the river, and if you were lucky, maybe one could get a glimpse of tenuous bathers splashing around, the sound of water complimenting the singing birds in early August. I remember all this.”
By Joseph Falzone4 years ago in Fiction
Millennial Judgement Book 1 Blood and Fury
Prologue Rilla is one of the many planets wrought by a war between Celestial and Abysmal forces. Both Celestial and Abysmal beings are all of the same origin, Mankind. Mankind being that which has yet to pick a side. At the end of every millennia the realms of the divine and demonic invade the world. Only to leave once one side has been pushed back to their realm. This event brings about a new millennia where Mankind gets time to choose their side. The eyes of all hold signs of one's alignment. Therefore few may hide their heart from another. Those whose hearts lay in deceit, domination, or any manner of Abysmal virtue their eyes begin with touches of darkness. As one becomes more engulfed so do their eyes begin to fill until the whole turns black and the iris runs red. To those of Celestial favor a golden iris will manifest. A sign to all of their selfless hearts and benevolent intentions. Celestial favor is harder to attain; one can seem to be selfless, honest, suffering long for the Celestial virtues before being granted the mark. Though rare during the Millennial Cycle some attain the favor of an alignment so great they become an embodiment of that realm. These now ageless beings are granted miraculous power. Celestial Ascended attain silver or white hair yet maintain the body of mankind whereas Abysmal favor changes the body to better express the corruption they are engulfed in. This cycle nears its end and both sides seek to prepare the souls of those that lay in the middle.. Or in the extermination of those that will not be swayed..
By Michael Duclee4 years ago in Fiction
Natural Magic Chapter 8
Read Chapter 7 Here Listen to This Chapter Here Breakfast the next morning consisted of more traditional Nefralean foods, namely a type of porridge made from rice and topped with shredded coconut, alongside a variety of fruits. When Tilli and Key arrived in the cafeteria, Ayan and Miriam waved to them. Key paused, but Mat arrived a moment later, his crutch in one hand and his tray in the other, making a beeline for the table. Key sighed and followed her brother. Tilli saw that Mat's clothes looked pressed, but his face had the same look Tilli got whenever she transported from Agrona to Nefrale. "Trouble sleeping?"
By Molly Marjorie4 years ago in Fiction
