Category: In Our Worlds (Fantasy)
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The Fourth Chapter – The Travels
“It’s remarkable.” Scaplo continued. “I never seen anywhere like it.” Young Vison sat upon the grass, eyes wide with anticipation. Young Arthor, his older brother, did not care much. He was only there because it had been too long since their old neighbor, Scaplo, had come back to town. Arthor slouched on the trunk of…
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The Third Chapter – Fruits
The march through the woods was quick. Everybody moved together, but faster than the usual pace. It seemed everyone was nervous. And so they should be. It was not a good thing, what they were gonna do. But they were just kids and they wanted to see. The kids got to the edge of town…
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The Second Chapter – The Day
“Do you remember all the important parts of a ship?” Father gave him stern eyes. There was a moment’s delay. “The hull?” “Okay. Tell me the components of the hull.” Father’s eyes were much the same. “The mast?” “Rodger,” father sighed. “You’ve come to the yard countless times before. I know the lads have shown…
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The First Chapter – Unbound
Was this world even his own? Sighth, son of Sikul, had finally reached a woodland village. He felt relief after so many moons of travel on the road – or in his case, off the road. Only feeble folk call for such attention. In the shadows of night he remained, peering upon this forgotten village.…
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The Twenty Eighth Chapter – I Will Serve
I want to tell him to turn around. To not go where we are going. I don’t want him to leave. He can’t leave me. I should stop him. I must. But I can’t. I must stay put and serve.
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The Twenty Fifth Chapter – Kindling (Part 03)
The boys gazed at each other and their gear. Wallace already looked older and mightier. Did Arthor seem so, aswell? Fineese sure did.
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The Twenty Fifth Chapter – Kindling (Part 02)
“I think she wants to leave.” The thought upset Arthor. “We’re all telling her to stay, though. To join the army with us.”
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The Twenty Fifth Chapter – Kindling (Part 01)
Everybody moved quickly. Arthor had trouble keeping up. He wouldn’t give up though. Nobody was taking it easy, not even Wallace or Fineese. They still held that glow of determination they mustered during the march. But Arthor felt as if his own glow, if he even had one, was dimming. Everybody was still moving. So,…
Diaries of the Moonlight Hours 