Monthly Archives: September 2020

Chapter Twenty-Four Of Dragons and Mountains Nightfall was upon the mountains. Zarrek pushed his way through the woods, his pack heavy with the herbs and fruits he’d spent the day gathering. He was feeling weak with hunger by the time … Continue reading →

Chapter Twenty-Three The Spring Festival At dawn, Vénes awoke, the new day’s light shining on him from the windows. He blinked and rubbed his eyes, taking several moments to get his bearings on where he was. He had slept beside … Continue reading →

Chapter Twenty–Two Magic, Crystals, and Family It was springtime in Jzamneh Forest, evident not only in the vibrant colors — the pinks, greens and oranges of the new leaves and blossoming flowers — but in the crystals as well. Spring’s … Continue reading →

Chapter Twenty-One Blood of Red, Blood of Black Z’Lé’s encampment lay south of the Onsiran border, at the foot of the Dragonridge Mountains. They were in a region of Enhar claimed by an imperial campaign some years ago, a location … Continue reading →

Chapter Twenty What has become of our Hearts and our Homes With more coasts under its power than any other kingdom on the continent, K’hithvahn had developed a strong sea-side culture. They glorified the balance of power and elegance of … Continue reading →

Chapter Nineteen In the Light of Spring Vincent walked at Arialla’s side as they strolled through the hallway. It was the day after she had been allowed to return home from the temple, Liriel and Yanve having acknowledged that she’d … Continue reading →

Chapter Eighteen The Emperor’s Regrets “Where is she?!” The presence of Emperor Z’Lé saw to it that many of the visitors of Jenh’s temple fled back to their homes. His fury echoed in the main hall until several priests hurried … Continue reading →

Chapter Seventeen Peril Befalls the Royal Family Zarrek walked along the city’s streets alone. He resented that cold that pierced through the thickness of his royal garments. Spring was very close, but Onsira felt like it was at its coldest. … Continue reading →

Chapter Sixteen The Champion’s Endeavor Loracaz stopped at the foot of the hill and gazed up at the two moons above him. The clouds had thinned enough for their soft light to shine down, but the last of winter still … Continue reading →