Magical Realism
A Knight Against the Sky
The river ran backward the day the Queen vanished. Few noticed. Fewer still understood. The old signs were no longer read—those with eyes trained in prophecy were dead, exiled, or forgotten. Men had burned their sacred groves, buried their stories, and scoffed at their elders. The silver trees no longer grew. And the dragons, once holy companions, had become harbingers of fire.
By Hazrat Bilal8 months ago in Chapters
"The Kingdom Without a Name". AI-Generated.
The Kingdom Without a Name: Lost to Time, Bound by Fate Chapter One: The Marked One The mist came every morning in Brinmere. It rolled over the hills like a living memory, ancient and restless. Villagers swore it was harmless—just weather—but they never strayed into it. Not past the old standing stones. Not east.
By Khazar khayam8 months ago in Chapters











