Traitor’s Crossing

Brahl was a dead man. The greataxe he heaved in his large hands would no longer save him, as across the rickety wooden bridge, his once friends stared at him with burning eyes of rage...

Bridge

Don’t burn your bridges. They insist it. But, as I stand staring at the bridge I’ve crossed, I can’t help but notice the ill-repair that it has fallen into...

Every Second

What ever happened? Where did those mornings go when we would be woken by the golden spears of dawn piercing an ice chilled sky? Why do we miss those nights where we sang beneath the moon and danced with stars until we fell with weary feet...

Dragon Slayer

Scorching fire erupted from the towering beast’s jaws, Kallen’s shield instinctively shooting up, his body crouched tightly as he hid behind the thick iron...

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