Keys of Magic - Part 4

Submitted by Apophenia on Thu, 10/31/2013 - 21:49

My dreams were wracked with horrible visions. I watched myself in third person doing terrible things and each time I smiled and laughed as I committed one horrible act after another. Then there was a moment of calm where I stood on an empty field. There were flowers flowing in a pleasant breeze which felt pleasant on my skin. There was a small house sitting off in the distance. It was made of bricks and smoke was rising from the chimney.

Keys of Magic - Part 3

Submitted by Apophenia on Thu, 10/31/2013 - 21:47

It was nearly a month since my encounter at my old family keep when on of the rangers told me the bad news. The rangers are a squad of scouts that are in the crowns servitude. They watch the borders of the kingdom and ensure that nothing is amiss through the kingdom. They protect the kingdom but they also serve as the King’s eyes and ears throughout the land.

Keys of Magic - Part 2

Submitted by Apophenia on Thu, 10/31/2013 - 21:46

“It is unusual for someone to pay attention to dead Gods.” Said the cloaked man. He stood there in the entrance watching me. I couldn’t make out any of his features but there was a sword on his belt. That told me a lot about the man, not of it seemed good.

Keys of Magic - Part 1

Submitted by Apophenia on Fri, 11/02/2012 - 15:41

My story starts with legends, parts of the past that people only remember through words. Even the youngest kids know the story of the Slayer. She is known by many names but none of them are her real same. Some call her the Eternal Liberator, others the Doom of Salvation but most simply know of her as the Slayer.

Sphe & Friends - Part One (Tentative Title)

Submitted by Dusty on Mon, 08/27/2012 - 12:34

Sphe sat on a rock in the darkness. She was looking up at the sky. The moons faintly shown and stars twinkled in the sky. She was waiting for the sun to brighten over Sphere but for now it was only a dark hole in the sky. The camp behind her was abandoned like was usual for this time of night. There was a small long burnt out campfire and several tents pitched around it. All of the tents were empty.

Paragons & Demons: Part Two (Tentative Title)

Submitted by Dusty on Tue, 08/21/2012 - 10:43

His eyes were not always silver. He liked to say that they turned that way because he was always staring toward the future. That wasn’t exactly true but it wasn’t completely false either. It was with those eyes that he stared at the train. It represented the future after all, both for him and the world. It was a marvel, a technological achievement that had shrunk the world and it was about to bring him to a new life.

“So you won’t turn back then?”