A naked warlord

The warlord looked around the marketplace, sweat beading on his forehead. How had he ended up here? Shutting his eyes from the blinding sun, he tried, anxiously, to remember.  His army had followed him to cocoon this vast city, ready to defeat the merciless and protect those in need. After that…blackness.  Frustrated he rubbed his…

A wizard’s lack of hospitality

She knocked on the door, silence. She knocked on the door again, screaming emerged from inside the house. Annoyed, she continuously banged on the door until – “WHAT!” The wizard screamed, flinging the door back with such vigour it smacked him right in the face. Wincing, she stepped inside. “You invited me for dinner… remember?” She…

The winter air bites only the weak (a mage in training, part 6)

Swallowed, engulfed by water that dragged her down as if she weighed nothing. Her lungs stung, pinching they demanded air, their cries vibrating throughout her form. Ash was frozen, her body slowly sinking, but her mind whirled. Perhaps others feared the sea. It’s powerful currents and waves could kill a human in seconds so Ash…

The insatiable curiosity of a breeze

A gentle breeze Cuts through the land, Singing a tune That is always in demand. A gentle breeze Stirs the trees alone, Singing a tune Of wanting to be known. A gentle breeze Slowly descends down, Once shy amongst the clouds It now brazenly​ enters a town. A gentle breeze Sings amongst the crowd, Children…

A hungry ocean (a mage in training, part 5)

No, Ash chided herself, walking away from the steaming food. She didn’t have the money to spend on such delicacies, but, once again, the waft from the stall clouded her rational thoughts. Nearly turning around she slapped herself, she rationalised that there was no reason to buy food when she could gorge herself at the…

A daring warrior and a misplaced dragon

Spikes sprung out of his armour, glistening in the morning sun they reflected it’s gaze, creating daggers of light, blinding many of his foes. Each razor edge represented a battle he had fought and won, forged and gifted by his tribe. Traipsing for days he was finally at the bottom of the mountain, he would…

The call of the ink (a mage in training, part 4)

She ran, the chill freezing her breath creating intricate patterns in the air. Once, she had feared Theo, his powerful family and larger body a frightening combination. However, after suffering years of his torment, she had grown stronger. Her powers once a trickle, now a powerful storm. Body collected by the morning shoppers she let…

The arrogant thoughts of a mage

Theo stood above them, both physically (as he was on a roof), and because of with his higher standing in society. The villagers were tiny black dots, as they scuttled from house to house. He was perched atop of the guild building, his feet gliding in the air as his body rocked with each passing…

A naiad’s call

Come to the river Hear my call, Toes dipped in the edge Are you that eager to fall? Come to the river Ease your mind, Breathe in my clear scent Until your eyes turn blind. Come to the river Splashes overlapping the edge, Droplets falling against your ears Whispering for you to ease off the…