Chimes, Pt.1 I am not a very good smith. This is the sort of thing I think about in the dark of night, alone on watch with only a sleeping Tesehr and a quiet Cobalt for company. I’m not actually very skilled at smithing, despite all the practice and effort I put into it. I … Continue reading Chimes, Pt. 2
Category: Ecco
Chimes, Pt.1
People are strong. That’s something I’ve come to realize, over the years. I used to believe the opposite. I thought that, compared to the Wizard and his monsters, that we were all pathetic and worthless. Weak. I thought that we — that my people, that people in general — cowered in fear of the Wizard … Continue reading Chimes, Pt.1
Not Gone Yet
A tear runs down my nose and falls from the tip before I can reach up to wipe it away. I blink, looking upward in hopes that it will forestall more tears. The first drops right into the mixture I’m stirring on my stove. No matter. Such a small amount of salt and water shouldn’t … Continue reading Not Gone Yet
The Coven
“He will be here soon,” Ama said. She tried to remain calm. I remember that. But her voice had that slight quaver she gets when she’s anxious and excited, and her hands shook with a tremble greater than that inspired by her age as she set out the wine and fruit. My mother took my … Continue reading The Coven
Grandfather’s Farm
If he sat upright in his bed and turned to the side, Aric could see, out of his bedroom window, a good portion of the land that belonged to his grandparents. He knew, from when his grandfather spoke about their past, that the amount of land they had owned had once been much smaller. Over … Continue reading Grandfather’s Farm
Calman’s Bandwood
Calman’s Bandwood, known colloquially as the Coin Tree, is a species of tree grown exclusively in the country of Ansland. That second name, by which the vast majority of people know it, comes from the fact that its wood is used to mint money in Ansland and in its neighboring countries. Calman’s Bandwood is a … Continue reading Calman’s Bandwood
Abandon
He knew, even back when the first vestiges of his plan had begun to form in his head, that his students would not approve of his actions this night. Even Evran, whose willingness to push the boundaries of acceptability had led Colomb to end his apprenticeship, would have found his actions questionable. Normal people would … Continue reading Abandon
