The Chosen Path_Charon_The Four Crystals of Aontacht - Part 1_Yes, Master
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The Chosen Path
"What am I going to do," Aaron muttered to himself. He knew his family would not be happy about him choosing to become a teacher, especially since his parents, grandparents, and siblings all went into the police force. Aaron knew that if he said something, his parents would not be happy about it. "How will I tell them," he muttered. He was only twenty two and knew that law enforcement was not the right career path for himself at any point in time. "Tell us what, Dear," Aaron's mother asked as she and her husband entered the house, tired from a hard day at work. Aaron's mother, a thin woman inwww.onedoor.cc ...
Charon
Hear the witch as she wails like a bean sídhe, throwing her anger upon the barren steppes and scattered buildings with their yellow-paned windows that glare back at you like weary eyes…The man walks this night, keeping shoulder with a dogged blood bay that pulls a hay wain. Mud rises to meet his boots, sucking and grabbing, and he sees the stretched face of that mad sky-crone in the black shine of it all. He came from the salt plains, carrying the minerals on his pants and duster and into the sloping prairies where he first met the witch and her spittle washed him clean again. The town sleeps ...
The Four Crystals of Aontacht - Part 1
Oria, the nature kingdom.Aeros, the air kingdom.Aithne, the fire kingdom.Limus, the water kingdom.These four kingdoms make up Aontacht, but there was once when everyone lived together.Long ago, our Ancestors gave the world magic crystals. They looked like every other stone, small and unpolished, but the contents of them were far greater.There were four in total, one for fire, water, air, and nature. They provided magic to the inhabitants of the kingdom, to help make their lives easier. Everyone was happy, children would run around on the cobblestone streets, laughing as they wielded magic from...
Yes, Master
I pause when I reach the threshold of the grand entrance and stare inside the elaborate school facility.It is beautiful. Huge floor-to-ceiling windows line the back wall, with long hallways stretching from either side. The floor is a marbled concoction of white and gold hues. A chandelier drips from the ceiling, the hundreds of thousands of crystals sparkling in the light of the sunny afternoon.And the students. They wander about, the boys and girls, chatting and giggling, their voices light and airy. They wear freshly pressed uniforms of white and gold.“Dabria?”I turn to the soft-spoken, gent...