dailyprompt
-
Thirty Years Walking
When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)? The morning of his thirtieth birthday arrived without fanfare, marked only by the familiar weight of consciousness returning as dawn light filtered through the threadbare curtains of his rented room. Rowan Ashfield lay still, watching dust motes dance in the amber Continue reading
-
The Fierce Reclaimed
The morning sun filtered through the grimy window of Balder Jagerson’s rented room above the Broken Shield tavern, painting bars of golden light across his scarred hands as he set down the quill with deliberate finality. The parchment before him bore a single sentence written in the precise, angular script learned during twenty-three years of Continue reading
-
The Dark Saga
The ancient scroll felt heavier than parchment had any right to feel as Kieran Darkbane carefully unrolled it across the marble reading table in the depths of Lumen Vale’s Grand Conservatory. Even in the warm glow of crystal-light that illuminated the archive’s forgotten vaults, the manuscript seemed to absorb radiance rather than reflect it, its Continue reading
-
The Stone-Scribe’s Pilgrimage
Aldwin Quillheart pressed his palm against the warm granite wall of the Great Archive, feeling the subtle vibration that traveled through living stone as Grandfather Ironheart continued his eternal migration across the wind-swept plains of Nomados. The mountain’s heartbeat thrummed through his fingers—ancient, patient, steady as geological time itself—while three hundred feet beneath his boots, Continue reading
-
Songs of Iron and Storm
What would your life be like without music? Kael Stormwright pressed his ear against the cold metal door of the abandoned wind-turbine chamber, his pulse synchronizing with the rhythmic thrumming that echoed from within the Cloudspire’s forgotten depths. Twenty-three floors below the pristine observation decks where Aethermoor’s elite gathered to compose their ethereal wind-songs, in Continue reading
Chadwick Rye 