The box felt wrong in his hands. It wasn’t that he was worried he was doing something he shouldn’t.  Although he certainly thought this wasn’t right, that wasn’t why it felt wrong.  Instead, it was more like his hands were feeling things that he couldn’t see. His eyes told him that the box was ornate,...Read More

Together, they went back into the church.  For Kre, it was strange doing so knowing that what he was seeing was all fake.  As they entered the back room, where he and Kitalia had rested for a bit, he noted that it must have been a preparation room for services.  It was interesting to note...Read More

The priest pulled a stern mask over his face and glared down at Kre.  “I’m tired of trying to do things the nice way.  Too tired.  We do things my way now.” Kre’s hand again flew to grip the hilt of the tyrfang, but he made no motion to draw it.  Just holding it seemed...Read More

“Darkness,” the priest said calmly.  “Much of my mind is lost to the darkness.” He waved his hand around the illusionary city and sighed.  “I was… lucky, compared to my fellows… my friends.”  The priest sucked in a deep breath and whispered, “My family.” “I was lost in the darkness for so long.  So long. ...Read More

Though he wasn’t really focused on the historical descriptions of the buildings from the tour, he did take notice of the beauty that described the city’s structures.  He had never seen any of the larger Tehynshin cities, as he was raised all his life out in the frontier, but he had heard stories from Syonette...Read More

From Kre’s perspective, at least, the tour was very odd and unconventional.  He wasn’t exactly sure what he was expecting, but part of him thought that his physical body would be wandering blindly through the underground ruins while his mind was being filled with the illusionary visions of what should have been. Instead, what he...Read More

“First things first,” he continued, finally keeping ahead of Kre’s interruptions.  “I want to show you around a bit.  We’ve put a lot of work into this, and I don’t know how much time we’ll have, so please indulge us in this.” Kre nodded once, finally looking around him and taking it all in.  He...Read More

“But Bel said that…” Kre began before the priest waved him off dismissively. “Dragons say a great many things,” he said, ignoring the boy’s complaint.  “You will soon find that only a small portion of their hissing is true.  But let’s not talk about that now.  We have something we want to show you.” The...Read More

Those few seconds after Bel threw open the door were frantic and hazy, at least for Kre.  His mind worked slower than his eyes, and he could only process the images one at a time.  The first thing that he saw was darkness.  A wide expanse of darkness.  Though, this darkness was thankfully not dissimilar...Read More

Kitalia helped Kre to fasten his bag to his body using a number of long leather straps that she seemed to produce from out of nowhere.  When she was finished, he could barely feel the bag on his back despite the weight of it and nothing inside of the bag shifted even as he hopped...Read More