Saved by Angels
The battlefield was a solemn place. Long since have died; the sound of guns firing and shockwaves from explosions, along with the countless soldiers who fought there. Only the sound of heavy rain could be heard, and the growl of distant thunder as the...
A Tale of Ashen Wings - Prologue
The Year is 417 of the 3rd Era. Tensions are mounting between the Redcloak Clan of Skrijaheim and House Sendalas of Herefell that threaten to boil over into a cross-border war between Kingdom and Principality. Sven Redcloak the Godhammer is on the...
A Tale of Ashen Wings - Chapter 2: Untimely Deaths
The crowd cheered and started to hurl verbal insults at the stone stage. Akalgan looked around at the common folk whom had forgotten all about him being a foreigner, as they became lost in the excitement that came with witnessing a public execution. He...
A Tale of Ashen Wings - Chapter 1: Upon Ashen Skies
The skies were overcast and heavy over Blackhold that morning, as though the gods wished to make the world their stage and the execution their play. But as Akalgan saw it, there was no way drama or emotional connection that Imperial playwrights often...
Never Remember Me
Play me a song and tell me a tale, I know her voice and your writ will not fail, Go, and let her sing of a broken heart, And then tell me of a family split apart. You know my story, and so does she, Your eyes once gentle now only single, Once...
My Last Thoughts
_"It is quiet now... Even with Zack and Nightfyre still here, it is all silent... As if we are in mourning..._ _But even as you are still alive, we can't help to break this emptiness we feel..._ _Ironic... The loudest of our family, but our voices...
Realization
I sat up suddenly, screaming in fright. **"Reks! Help!"** I cried out. I sat there, panting heavily in the darkness, drenched in sweat and fear. I looked around in panic, my ears ringing and my head throbbing. My mind was empty for a few moments. I...
Chapter 10: No Words
Akalgan pushed the door open to his room with a big yawn. He shut the door behind him and turned to his bed, but stopped in his tracks suddenly. There before him stood Brendas, amongst a tiny pile consisting of the clothes he wore for the night....
Chapter 9: The Vagabond Mercenary
The tavern was noisy as ever, a cacophony of boisterous joy that would be a little unbearable for anybody unfamiliar to the custom of celebrating the end of the day in a den that stank of ale and smoke. Brendas felt uneasy in amongst the crowd not...
Chapter 8: The Street Urchin
Akalgan made it to the inn very quickly, or at least the raucous ruckus and noisy merriment echoing into the street he traversed made it seem close indeed. Akalgan slipped into the inn and in amongst the heat of people bustling to celebrate the end of...
Chapter 7: Bounty of Work
The afternoon sun dipped low in dusky sky and fierce rays of sunlight pierced the glass windows of Mykolas' office. He sat at his desk, evidently undone by the paperwork on his desk. For the whole day he had done nothing but attempt to muster concern...
A Tale of Ashen Wings - Chapter 6: The Doom Viper
"Few have encountered them, and lived to speak of their horrifying visage: a great skull as their head and scales like bleeding flesh, and long enough to wrap around a group of five two times over." Akalgan walked through the dark sewers without a...