April 4, 2025
Dark red blood filled the expansive sea. Occasionally, the crests of the bobbing waves glittered like rubies. It was said the world was a living thing and the waves were created from the beat of its heart, deep in the core.
March 30, 2025
Tiricah nestled himself in the crevice of the guardian tree between a stout branch and the trunk, his usual spot. Maybe one day, he’d walk along the branches as nimbly as Kelyan. He glanced at the ground, only ten feet away, and his head
March 17, 2025
Tavin quietly slid along the branch overhanging the meeting. The leaves rustled and Tavin squeezed his eyes shut, trying to will them silent, lest anyone look up. A light whimper that only Tavin noticed wafted up from the
March 12, 2025
Fulana nervously swept an errant lock of brown hair back and fumbled the spiral shell she held to her ear. In the other hand, she held a soft-bristle brush—it was okay to return it, right? Or no, was she being weird? Anxiety filled her
March 3, 2025
Fly adjusted his cloak—freshly pressed last night—and smoothed his hair—freshly oiled this morning—back for the tenth time that hour. He’d known oil was a risky choice, given who his client was, what his client was, but he needed
February 17, 2025
It’s been a while, old friend! I have such exciting news regarding a potion the king, himself, has enlisted me to work on! I have been bequeathed as many magical resources as I want and as many test subjects I desire.
January 20, 2025
Emil crept through the bushes, keeping his head low, though the smell of smoke still stung his nostrils. Fear always made the smell worse. Ahead, the sacred stone nestled in the ground and Emil squinted at the sky. Only birds
January 13, 2025
Aurvelle plucked a plain-looking shell from the ocean floor as one might a flower from the land. Or at least, so she had heard. How strange to uproot a living thing so that its death might add beauty to one’s life. Wasn’t it more
January 5, 2025
Jeld groaned and rolled over, pulling his blankets over his head as the servants dragged open the delicate silk drapes of his bedchamber with a discomforting screech. “The Beanstalk is the Beanstalk. I’ve looked at it a million times.”