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Dallen The Traveler
"Welcome young squire!" was yelled in my direction from what I can only describe as the crazy old coot you would see in movies. He had a kind smile, but that didn't help make me feel anymore at home here than I did before. The large castle gate I had passed through seemed like such a disconnect from realwww.onedoor.ccity, yet I couldn't get in the same excited mood as the rest of my family."What's wrong Dallen? Or should I say Dallen the brave?" My father was looking down at me, his eyes a bit wider and corners of his lips slightly tugged down in worry. That didn't last long though as he continued trying to...
Neroli
The Queen of the Arab world did not know how to sire a son and so, the women of the harem tried to help. A woman was summoned to teach her how to fish for a son, in the middle of the desert, in a castle built of mud, clay, silt and desire. The King, a caliphate married her out of season. A Queen from the isle of the blue Grecian sea. She was considered neither beautiful nor had the wits to seduce her husband. And yet she had one thing about her, the knowledge she was to be killed and replaced if she were unable to bring on a son. For that she was forgiven everything and it was her game, her pl...
the villain
He supposed he would always be cast in this light. A villainous figure upsetting the naïve tranquility of the small towns and cities he would be sent to. Oh, how he envied the unenlightened. The folk who had seen but not understood the consequences of humans playing gods and of pine agency disrupting these affairs. Sure, there were always traces of witchcraft woven into stories the villagers would whisper at the inns. Tales of wonder-working and the occult only spoken about amongst the locals when the sun would sit high in the sky. But such is the way of simple folk. With no absolute, physica...
New dawn
“Ohh, it’s fine, not your best, but still fine.” said the customer adding, “here, that’s your payment.” “It’s a little under the price we agreed on, sir.” “Yeah, well, your drawn art is getting a bit old for our place to show, and people aren’t drawn to it anymore,” replied the customer, “and we are doing you a favor by buying from you at this point, for your art doesn’t age well, whatsoever,” turning his back as he was walking toward the door, “let me show you the way out.” The customer added, “it has been a pleasure doing work with you, and it’s indeed a sad way to end our contract. I wish y...