Artober 2023

Gears ground against each other in mechanised harmony, and the periodic thunk of a rod settling into place was just another noise in the cacophony of Nagovia’s buildings. What should’ve been a peaceful morning was drowned out by the raucous of everyday life. .. Read more

Dark storm clouds loomed overhead. The ship’s sails were billowing in the strong sea winds. Everything pointed to an approaching storm. The clouds, the wind, the lashing rain that was an on and off occurrence. Read more

There were few rooms in The Clocktower that were off limits for Zane. His dad didn’t exactly care too much about what he did at home, especially since it was rare for anyone other than Merrin and Zane to be in The Clocktower… Read more

‘Rin?’ Zane yelled from the stairs.   ‘Downstairs,’ Merrin yelled back as he trawled through the cupboards looking for an empty jar. He hoped that he was loud enough for Zane to hear through all the ruckus he was making. Read more

‘Alright you lot,’ Drax barked at the group of young guards training in the courtyard. ‘That’s enough for the day. Go wash up and get some rest.’ Read more

The warm summer breeze rustled the leaves in the tall chestnut tree above. Talathion took a break from tending to his garden to stretch his back out. It wasn’t that he was done, quite the opposite in fact. He still had a lot of work to do until his garden was back to its former… Read more

Zane blinked open his eyes and stared up at the ceiling of the basement. He could feel the warm, sticky blood clinging to his skin, and it pooled on the altar beneath him. He groaned as he moved his arms and swallowed back the blood rising in his throat. Read more

Wind howled across the moorland, the grass being practically flattened by the strong gusts. The cold air was a blissful reminder of the fact that summer was finally over. Viktor sat behind one of the large granite statues atop the tor. It granted him just enough cover from the wind, but he still felt the… Read more

Matthias woke up to the gentle sound of waves lapping against the shore. The whistled as a cold draft flowed through the small hut he called a home and he pulled the covers further up over himself. It was a half-moon the following day, which meant a lot of things for Matthias’ quiet life.  Read more

Living in Ashenport was boring most days, and downright tragic on others. That wasn’t the fault of anyone in particular, but the on and off bans on pretty much anything that Lady Machelle felt drew too close to anything that could be considered ‘evil’ was definitely a main factor. Read more