Kre closed his eyes and pursed his lips. He finally understood what she was getting at. She was afraid that he had given up on life. “Sy,” he said, opening his eyes and looking deeply into her own, “I can promise you, no, I swear to you that I haven’t given up. This, what’s happening...Read More

Kre and Syonette continued their walk to the Lodge in silence, with her still clinging to his arm as if trying to keep him anchored from being blown away by a fierce wind. The walk wasn’t a long one, only about two hundred paces or so, but they took their time, enjoying each other’s company....Read More

“I’ve never been in a hurricane before,” Kre protested blandly. “Some of us haven’t gotten to travel all over the realm.” Sy shook her head sadly, “You’re about to have your chance, all too soon. And this isn’t going to be a fun trip at all. Braun will make sure of that. “Also,” she added,...Read More

The trial, or whatever it ended up being, broke up fairly soon after that point. Most of the townsfolk spent the last two days sitting in the hall, sweating and fidgeting on the hard benches and wooden chairs. They shuffled off most of the chores to the teenage generation, all twenty-two of them, who weren’t...Read More

Art nodded his agreement with the plan as stated. “I’m afraid I’m at a loss when it comes to these covenants though. Mintas has not needed to enact any since I’ve been alive.” With a smile and a dismissive wave of his hand, Lowil tried to reassure his friend. “They really are just formalities. They’re...Read More

“Kre will travel freely,” Lowil snapped back, clearly frustrated at the desperate attempts by Braun to see the poor boy suffer. “He is, after all, only a suspect until the Citadel deems otherwise, as well as being the only witness. Witnesses don’t travel in chains nor would the Rangers bother to deal with anyone that...Read More

“When our ancestors, the First Ones, came to this land escaping persecution, intolerance, and violence, a handful brought with them the secret of bonding with divine, supernatural beings. Creatures that we call Dragons. It is known that only a rare few are capable of handling such a bonding and even then, only by the good...Read More

Lowil Marxin, hands clasped behind his back, slowly paced around Braun Osser. He stopped behind Braun and lifted his head to look at the assemblage. “I’m afraid we’re overstepping our bounds here. We have no authority to pass verdict on this young man.” He paused there, as if expecting the eruption of voices that ensued....Read More

Marxin bowed his head towards the young lad seated in the chair of the accused. “You are correct. We should treat him with such deference until we are informed otherwise. If nothing else, Ser Terync has earned that based on how he has always treated the rest of us.” “Aye, that he has,” Art agreed....Read More

Marxin paced back and forth in front of the crowd for a minute, tapping at his chin as he did so. Those that knew him well, and especially his students, knew that he was going over every single word he intended to say in his mind, repeatedly, so as not to misspeak. He did this...Read More