Greetings from Naturals._Bride of the Round Table_The Intelligent Ruby_The Mage & The Oracle
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Greetings from Naturals.
It burns. And yet, after a few days, those pieces mend together. Then again, the cycles reiterate, repeating as a poisoned arrow struck through the neck. I care no longer for my three brothers and two sisters; they employ themselves in the interests of our parents. The big, old family business tends to animal slaughtering, cornfield harvesting, and taming different wild beasts. Although that last one is of little interest to me, I’d appreciate watching them break dragons and mythical creatures. Should they ever decide to accept that challenge, I’d roam around the world to see them in their re...
Bride of the Round Table
“It was supposed to be the happiest day of their life…” I muttered, thinking of my parents, and how crushed they’d be if they were here. I wish they were here. I had it all. This entire kingdom was going to be eating out of the palm of my hand.I shut my eyes, and thought about when I first woke up. It was sunny. The bright morning sky came in through the blinds, forcing me awake. “Kaisa, we’re running late. Get up!” Carissa, one of my maids, was nearly yanking me from my slumber. “Come on, it’s your wedding day!” That woke me up. “Kaisa, come on. In the tub.” She already ran a bath for me....
The Intelligent Ruby
The wedding procession moved slowly down the narrow lanes of the small town. The bridegroom was sitting uneasily on the horse which appeared far better decked with golden seat cover, shiny leather bridle and golden cover eye shades, white body and long black tail. The bridegroom though nervous appeared happy behind the customary flowery veil hiding the real emotions. Groups of men and woman of all ages danced to the popular film tunes being played by a local band. On the other side at the bride’s home there was excitement and anxiety to receive the bridegroom and his relatives.The bride’s pare...
The Mage & The Oracle
A purple mist flooded the wooded great hall and hung low to the ground. It was wet and cold like a morning frost, but entirely unnatural in origin. The smell was thick, like bloody iron. The Oracle stood in the centre of the hall, draped in heavy deep burgundy robes that covered her whole body. The hall had soaring ceilings that were so high even the tallest trees could fit inside and also become enveloped in the enchanted mist. Next to The Oracle was her magic staff with a black, glowing orb of energy encased in a glass ball that sat next to the handle. There were www.onedoor.cc13 of us here for The Uncove...