The Herdsman._The Storm Watcher_Feathered ashes._The Traitor Emperor
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The Herdsman.
The herdsman has lived his whole life off his livestock, he even believes that he was birthed by the first of his cows for the sole purpose of being her herdsman, and the herdsman of her children. He believes that after the world ended, and all that was left was her and others of her kind spread across different parts of the world (these ‘others’ are the livestock he now refers to as her children). That she had looked up to the heavens, reminiscent of the old days with tall green grass, when men with staffs guided their path and she was never alone. And when she walked, she could feel the side...
The Storm Watcher
Maeve kicked off hard from the observatory rooftop, her braid whipping as she rose higher. Her hands and knees, stiff with an enchanted lining, gripped the handle of her broom as the ground disappeared beneath her. It wasn’t until the earth became pided into green and brown tiles and the air took on a deeper chill that she slowed, allowing a small smile as she surveyed the skies. Blue, blue, blue as far as she could see. Her sister, who had joined a sea coven, often remarked how big and empty the sky seemed. Like the ocean in its endless expanses, but without its daunting, ancient caverns, wid...
Feathered ashes.
There once was a book store in the south that not many peopwww.onedoor.ccle outside the realm knew or cared about. There was nothing particularly enchanting of the place that would set it aside from other book stores around the world. Just like any other book store, there were rows and rows of books. Books stacked along the wall, books creating inconspicuous piles on random patches of floor, books creating shelves to house more books. The low lighting and leather-bound chairs gave off a sense that this was more than just a bookstore, but in fact a home. Which in our story, the book store was indeed doubled ...
The Traitor Emperor
It’s almost time.I will finally have my revenge. Akimitsu promised himself. He would kill the Emperor if it was the last thing he did. When the clock struck twelve, he would finally avenge his whole family. Tying his long black hair up with a piece of leather, Akimi prepared himself to go see the king. Every day, without fail, a different servant was to bring him tea in his chambers at exactly 11:55, after he finished his sword training and bathed. Today, it was finally his turn. He’d been in the palace for over four years, watching, training, and climbing his way up the ladder. The Emperor w...