Fantasy
Savior of the Damned. Content Warning.
Phaedra was quiet during her watch. At twelve, she didn’t know what she was supposed to be looking out for. Still, it had seemed like a good idea for them to take turns looking out for danger while the others slept. She glanced over her shoulder at Demeter, fast asleep next to the banked campfire they had built to cook a small dinner. Eldren had supplied the tools that were helping to keep them fed, and Phaedra hated everyone enjoyed that but ostracized him.
By J. Pagaduan2 years ago in Chapters
Savior of the Damned. Content Warning.
Eldren shuddered as he ran, hoping Phaedra hadn’t been grandstanding. All he could do was hope for the best as he careened down the halls, the lantern he pilfered from the supply bags at the entrance bobbing an erratic rhythm.
By J. Pagaduan2 years ago in Chapters
See the Light Chapter 2 Song for the Souls Part 3
Chapter 2 Song for the Souls Part 3 Horses. I had no idea how to ride one. The thought of trying and possibly killing myself within the first ten meters crossed my mind. No, that was definitely not an option. Instead, I quickly walked through the stables, taking in the sight of the magnificent animals. Their coats gleamed, their manes long and silky. Their eyes were large and glistened with a calm, peaceful intelligence.
By Klara Nolan2 years ago in Chapters
Savior of the Damned. Content Warning.
It was supposed to be Demeter. She wasn’t supposed to die. Demeter was supposed to save the world. The prophecy machine chose her. Instead, they killed her, dragged her corpse off, and left Phaedra to defend a place that was going to fall no matter what anyone did.
By J. Pagaduan2 years ago in Chapters
Savior of the Damned. Content Warning.
Eldren didn’t have time to waste, so he rushed down the hall. It was more crowded than normal, with people fleeing toward the ’dock, and a part of him wished he could grab Phae and escape with the others. But Phae was in an unwinnable situation. A request from Aurelius was bad news. Temple was the only force that stood a chance against the necromancer, but even Temple could only do so much against him. The cities that had a Temple were usually spared, but the Temple fleets that protected the non-Temple areas had more limited choices. Rumors on why Aurelius was trying to kill every living person had borne no fruit. In the two centuries since he had come into power, nation after nation had crumbled under his onslaught.
By J. Pagaduan2 years ago in Chapters
Savior of the Damned. Content Warning.
April 15th, 1850 It was a beautiful spring day, one of the last cool ones before the summer heat set in. Phaedra should have been admiring the orange roses, cultivated by Temple as a symbol of hope. Instead, her thoughts were elsewhere. The voice that had led her to Sanctuary had fallen silent, and nothing she could do had brought it back. It left her restless and unsatisfied, like she had been cut adrift from the single thing that had guided to where she needed to be. It seemed that, at thirty-three, she would have accomplished more with her life. Sure, she was well known and well loved, but that was because of her sister. Not that she minded. It was just strange how the voice that guided her had fallen silent. It left her feeling unsatisfied, that she had gone so off track that the quiet whisper must have abandoned her.
By J. Pagaduan2 years ago in Chapters
Savior of the Damned . Content Warning.
1817 It had been so long since Phaedra had slept in a bed she didn’t want to get out of it in the morning. The trek across what felt like all of Laralas with the other kids had been brutal. But Phaedra hadn’t realized how much it affected her until they arrived at Sanctuary and Temple took them in. A good hot meal, a bath, and a warm bed later made her tear up as she tried to sleep that night. It made her think of home and momentarily forget her parents were dead. Any minute there would be a call for breakfast: eggs, sausage, and rice if it was the weekend. Phaedra didn’t know. The raid on her home, and the flight to get away, was a distant memory. A bad dream that she was certain she could wake up from at any moment. Twelve was too young to leave everything behind. It was something that happened to other people, not her.
By J. Pagaduan2 years ago in Chapters
See the Light Chapter 2 Songs for the Souls Part 2
Chapter 2 Part 2 I used to love sewing and working with fabrics. I knew that feeling well, the familiar weight of the scissors in my hand brought back a rush of memories, though they were still clouded and vague. These tiny scissors had been my constant companion, small enough to tuck away anywhere, even in the inside pocket of my leggings. I would carry them everywhere, ready to snip a loose thread or trim a piece of fabric for a project I’d think about later. They were smaller than a tablespoon, but sharp as a needle’s point.
By Klara Nolan2 years ago in Chapters
See the Light Chapter 2 Song for the Souls
CHAPTER 2 Part 1 The Girl Who Sings Songs for the souls, the escape, and the new beginnings. This was it—my chance to escape. As I sat on the floor of that dimly lit room, my thoughts raced, forming a plan. The first step was clear: I needed to free my hands. The bindings were strange, made from a material I couldn’t quite identify. It was tough, resilient, and yet, I was confident I could find something in this room to cut through them. I was nothing if not resourceful.
By Klara Nolan2 years ago in Chapters
The Lost Letter Library. Content Warning.
A Love Legacy With the passage of time, Emily and Jack continued to intertwine their stories and lives, with each new chapter serving as a monument to their growing love. Their cooperation on the story of Clara and Henry developed into a published book that enthralled readers with its deft blending of historical romance with introspective detail. Many people who saw reflections of themselves in the book's pages grew to love it and regard it as a treasure.
By md tawhidul islam2 years ago in Chapters
The Lost Letter Library
As the months went by, Emily and Jack's cooperation on the narrative kept going strong. They had incorporated their experiences into Clara and Henry's story, weaving a romantic and exciting web of tales. Their affection for one another became a vital aspect of their life as their link grew stronger every day. Jack sprung a surprise on Emily one cold winter's evening with a unique proposal. At the same café where they had had so many deep talks, he had planned a romantic dinner. With quiet music playing in the background and fairy lights flashing overhead, the atmosphere was enchanted.
By md tawhidul islam2 years ago in Chapters
