The Road to Eringard_The Devil's Rise_The Manacrypts Memory_The Aria
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The Road to Eringard
The falling leaves danced like butterflies in the late summer breeze, tumbling and twisting around the young man as he sat in contemplation. He appeared not to notice, his eyes focussed on the letter clutched in his right hand. He was charged with delivering this letter to Eringard, although at this moment in time he couldn’t say with certainty who or what Eringard was. He knew though that this road would eventually lead him there, and he would ask for directions as and when the oppowww.onedoor.ccrtunity arose. He stowed the letter away in the inside pocket of his jacket, then rummaged in his backpack for h...
The Devil's Rise
***These names may sound familiar but the story and the characters are all fiction. Clouds of flour filled the space and covered different parts of their bodies. The shop’s windows were open to the eternal-Summer breeze. People that walked by would look in quickly, entranced by the smell and vibe, but nervous to actually go in. Lucifer walked around the space in his white attire and black apron. He moved a pan from the counter to the oven. His forehead had small beads formed on his head, not from the 450-degree heat. The pounding beside him became a calming rhythm to keep his thoughts at the ...
The Manacrypts Memory
A Manacrypt’s Memory His storm clouds gathered overhead, becoming darker every hour, but it didn’t rain. They would be stronger this time, they needed to be. He wouldn’t waste a drop. “I don’t understand the beads,” The boy said, “why do you have so many of them?” Vyncis pretended not to notice the boy’s staring. He was used to it by now, and none of the caravanners he traveled with, not even the adults, were used to seeing manacrypts. Wizards, sure, but not manacrypts. “They’re crypsis stones.” He said. “Uh huh,” The boy cocked his head, “that don’t s’plain why you got them all hanging from...
The Aria
The AriaBy Richard Hann Violins began to play a soft melody as the flutes echoed their tune and the soft chatter among the audience dimmed to a complete silence. Ida twisted her fingers together nervously as she had done twice before with each performance. She scrunched her toes, feeling the wooden stage beneath them, she still couldn’t get used to walking in heels and after attempting several pairs of the most beautiful shoes she had ever seen in her life, Madame had instead decided that her comfort was more important than her wardrobe, so thankfully she had picked out flowing long silk dress...