A valley rested between two great mountain ranges, holding a golden lake. The lake’s water shimmered in the mid-day sun, and its waves crested rich and bright. All sides stretched into ivory sand, then to swaying grass, before ending at the trunks of tall, deep green pine trees. Their branches swayed in the gentle wind.
A short story featuring Xeno Alistel and his trusty companion, Rhiley Uran.
There’s a fatal flaw to being a Hero. This is something that I’ve struggled a lot with, actually. It’s one of those things that comes up whether you want to…
Two children skittered through darkened streets on their way to steal a treasure. In the dead of night, beneath a glittering sky, they raced through alleys in dark green hoods….
A bright sun rose over rolling green hills. The air bit sharp and cool. Ash and cedar trees rustled from the touch of autumn wind, sending orange and yellow leaves sailing across glades of grass and great grey slabs of stone. The wagon rolled on down a muddy trail winding through the country next to a small singing brook. Salmaer tugged on the reigns, humming merrily to no one in particular. Noel slumped in the passenger’s seat, fast asleep.
Croix grumbled against the wheat bundles in the back of the cart.
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