Fantasy
Across the Desert
Chapter 1: The Decision --- A magnificent orange sun went down the small town of San Mateo and the light shadow took the place of the sun at the dusty streets. Children played with barefoot on the dirt, their shrill laughter resonating off the adobe walls of the simple houses. Women held in small groups and were talking with each other while preparing the evening meal, while on the other hand, men had just returned from the fields, their faces beaten by the sun and by the years of hard work. Life in San Mateo was not easy and the villagers had no other options. For many, the idea of leaving was out of the question. But for Juan and Maria Alvarez, hanging back had become something unbearable
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Portals & Paths: The Nine Gems
Chapter 4: LAK The temple’s double doors, large enough for a parade of howdah-adorned gharjja elephants to enter, opened like broken jaws and groaned upon exhale. The teakwood, plated in etched gold, depicted the sun god, Phra Athit, ascending heavenward on the backs of turtles amid a fanfare of fairies and sprites. A pair of fang-bared, monkey head-shaped silver pulls growled guard as bodies swathed in silks and sweat spilled out in a rainbow waterfall. Wat Phra Athit sat center on the palace grounds like an old, reposed god after a deep lament, gilded robes still glowing under the sun but draping only withered, shadowy arms whose reach had long receded into myth. Phra Ayuttia had constructed the temple before the monkeys had retreated to the northern forests, with seven spires as symbols of hope for the seven new nations rising from the foam of the Blue Samudra. As Ram exited the temple dedicated to the Siandali god of the sun, the Kandali ten-petaled Manipura blazoned above the doors quietly wept shame and sadness, misting the congregation in a yawning hunger. Only Ram, and Seeda, felt the pain.
By Jeffrey Scottabout a year ago in Chapters
Savior of the Damned. Content Warning.
September 24th Phaedra walked behind Eldren, swathed in her new light cloak, as she followed him from the airship dock to Temple. The inner gates nestled at the back were an agonizing way off. Phaedra resisted the urge to reach out to Torin or Luca, not wanting to draw attention to her herself or them. She knew, without having to even look at them, that they were the same emotional wrecks she was. In Phaedra’s case, it was at least bittersweet. She conceded to herself that Torin and Luca themselves were far more likely to be assumed to be the enemy than she would be.
By J. Pagaduanabout a year ago in Chapters
Savior of the Damned. Content Warning.
September 17th The captain closed the door of her quarters as Phaedra sat at the table in the spacious room. Demeter was off with Eldren and Merethyl, who had been with the few people that survived the escape from the flying fortress. The captain had given the orders to take off before the meeting, but requested a discussion with Phaedra.
By J. Pagaduanabout a year ago in Chapters
