Amesha looked incredulously from the being hovering before her down to the tarnished ring from which it had, apparently, sprung. “Did you really come out of this ring?” “I did,” the genie said. A genie! Amesha shook her head. She would never have believed this were happening if it weren’t, well, happening. She had always … Continue reading Wishes
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Cold Metal
Like White Marble, this entry is more of an exploration of a character than a complete story. Fear, though powerful, is not an easily sustained emotion. It comes in bursts and waves, in shocks and spasms, and as a cold, icy buzz that cuts straight through to one’s core. As with all sensations, though, constant … Continue reading Cold Metal
Becoming, Part I
I'm trying something a bit new! Beginning with this post, look for a continuation of this story every Saturday. I do not remember being born. This is a truth persistent among the vast majority of beings. In my experience, long-term memories don’t tend to form in the first few years of life. For me, personally, … Continue reading Becoming, Part I
The Race
I try to feel nothing. This is always true, but now in particular, I make an effort to stifle any and all emotions that might threaten to sneak out of hiding and into my consciousness. If the proctor suspects that I am experiencing anxiety in such a way that it might inhibit my performance, I … Continue reading The Race
Fable: The World Tree
The world is a tree with many trunks. This, we know. How do we know? I will tell you. Look around you. See the pillars. They grow tall and strong; straight, and beautiful. They are the trunks of which I speak. Back when the world was young, and our ancestors were just babies would could … Continue reading Fable: The World Tree
Andron
For one sweet hour after the midday meal, Amèlia had no commitments. Queen Lora filled the rest of the Guardian’s days with a regimented schedule of exercise, education, and martial training, and practice with their newfound abilities, but this hour, she allowed them to have to themselves. Though Amèlia took great joy in everything she … Continue reading Andron
Evondel’s Reply
This letter replies directly to the one seen yesterday in Alliance. Lady Qelenara, I’m not man who generally admits to his emotions. That being said, I must admit that every word I read from your previous communication distressed me further. It took me quite a while to formulate a response that my scribe deemed appropriate to … Continue reading Evondel’s Reply
The Void
Tanadal scratched at the tight braids his wife had woven into his beard. The lines ran down from his hair and then parallel to his jaw, until they joined together at his chin in one large braid. Tradition, and his wife, claimed that they would bring him good luck on his voyage. Right now they … Continue reading The Void
Héan
“Héan?” Reid whispered into the darkness. “Héan, are you there?” “I am always here, Reid.” Hèan’s voice came from somewhere nearby. Reid’s ears could pinpoint the source. It seemed to be next to him, somehow coming from both his left and his right, but behind him, as well. “Oh. Good,” Reid said. He stared up … Continue reading Héan
Din
Khari collapsed backward. She had just enough strength left to turn her fall into something that resembled lying down intentionally, if dramatically. She breathed, great, heaving, inhalations and exhalations that warped her entire torso with their strength. The cool night air flowed through her. She pictured it fighting against the fire within, and losing. … Continue reading Din
Daydreams 