Bibi and the Moldunberries_Divine Providence_The Dove and the Raven_Gray's Double Door Decision
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Bibi and the Moldunberries
Ten-year-old Hamesh sat at a table in his grandmother Bibi’s kitchen. He was reading one of Bibi’s books on magic, a subject Hamesh’s parents never allowed him to discuss while he was home. “Bibi is a powerful and wise sorceress,” they told him, “but her power comes from the Old World, which even she knows is dying. There is a reason she did not teach magic to her children.” Bibi didn’t teach magic to Hamesh eithewww.onedoor.ccr, but she did let him read her tomes and patiently answered his questions. He knew never to tell his parents about what he learned during his visits to Bibi’s cottage in the enchante...
Divine Providence
“What did you do?”He bursts into the room, breathless as a man beset upon by demons, though she is certain she has not unleashed any.She does not turn to greet him, does not afford him any acknowledgement at all, save an absent hum.“What. Did. You. DO?”A hand collapses onto her shoulder. She exhales and lets herself grow heavy with it, roots herself to the floor. He makes to shake her arm, tug her around, but she will not be moved.This is purely for her own amusement. A power play of sorts. She has no intention of dragging this out, and besides, she does not regret her actions, and none will e...
The Dove and the Raven
I can feel the house mocking me long before I see it. Its presence seems to infuse the landscape, tainting the bleak heath with tendrils of ink seeping deep into the roots of the trees. It whispers to me in the long grass swept to and fro by the same wind which sends the dark clouds scurrying across the gloomy sky, as though they too don’t want to linger long in this dismal place.I look across at my mother. She doesn’t seem to be affected by the landscape, or the prospect of being cut off from the outside world for two long weeks. She keeps her hands steady on the steering wheel, her eyes focu...
Gray's Double Door Decision
Two old wooden doors stood before Gray. Both of these doors were ancient, covered in scratches, with chips taken out of the wood. The old iron handles looked partially rusted. The two doors were very similar to each other, except for one key difference. Each one had a symbol painted a deep red on them. The door on the left had a symbol of a sword behind held by a clawed hand. The door on the right, a shield. Gray had an uneasy feeling that not only did these doors present her with an important choice, but it was a choice she could not undo. As impulsive as she had been through her entire life,...