It was finally the day!

Every twenty years, a mysterious, unnamed, yet unmistakable caravan would come to the small, forest town of Greenwall.

Legends, myths, and mysteries seemed to constantly swirl around this ancient looking caravan, as none could even place a name on the man who sold the caravan’s famous product for what seemed like eons. Many had asked him, and none had, or will ever get an...

It had been years and I still dreaded walking down these darkly lit, cobblestoned hallways. If the headmistress hadn’t died I wouldn’t even need to be here, wretched crone. I scowled as I made my way up the winding staircase, littered with portraits of the past headmasters.

I ignored all of their roaming eyes and burst through the large oak doors to find Yellavich, one of my old professors, hudd...

Tarren. That’s what they have always called me here. I often wonder if I once had another name. Helios’ voice was the first one I knew. If he hadn’t stumbled upon me in the forest seventeen years ago, I would have died. It wasn’t until I was eight years old that I learned of the human languages. They all sounded so slight and strange. Helios had named me for my eyes. In his resonant tongue, the wo...

Today was too nice of a day to die.

The sun shone across her still body, nearly blinding her bloodshot eyes. The sky shone crystal clear, not a single drop present in the warm spring breeze. Leaves danced and swayed before her eyes, a soft hum filling her ears as she watched the slight breeze catch onto the cherry blossoms adorning the branches.

Though the beautiful scene settled before her, it...

Magic poured from her fingertips.

She knew the power would be intense, but she hadn’t expected it to manifest like this.

The darkness, such an overwhelming amount slipped through the cracks.

The once starry skies turned pitch black. Dark clouds covered the brightly shining crescent in the sky.

“Mama? Papa? Anyone?” Yurei begged, collapsing to her knees. She didn’t mean to hurt them, it just happen...

Hushed hymns hummed through the time-worn stone. Havu stood before a gloomy entrance, from which the dead seemed to be singing — growing moans in her ears. She gripped a lantern, as one holds a sword, but the darkness refused to be cut.

Her eyes filmed and watered; she had not shut them since waking. Havu set her light under the corner of the door. The blackness ate it. She could no longer trust...

Magic poured from her fingertips as she held them out from her sides. It crashed onto her head from high above and splashed and rolled over her shoulders, down her arms to her hands. It drained from her heavy cloak and was whisked away – sluiced into darkness below her boots.

She knew the power would be intense, but she hadn’t expected it to manifest like this. She was electric. She was drowned...

“Hurry up Lizzy, I won’t hesitate to leave you behind!” Sara yelled to her younger sister as she hustled through the forest. “Wait up sis, slow down!” Lizzy hollered back, struggling to keep up. “We have to make it to the cave before dark or I won’t be able to show you what I found,” Sara said without hesitation. “Cave?” questioned Lizzy panting as she moved her little legs as fast as she could, “...

The Demon King rose up from the crimson flames of hell, his talons swiped through the smoke viciously as he climbed the ragged steps to his throne.

I watched as he slid gracefully into his seat

upon the charred stone and narrowed his eyes in my direction.

Gulping nervously, I pushed myself to my feet, my eyes locked with his, I couldn’t seem to look away. A deadly dance of golden fire sealed...

Magic poured from her fingertips. She knew the power would be intense, but she hadn’t expected it to manifest like this. A splitting hunted through her, searching out every impulse to let go — to consume. The cavern walls began to glow. Looking down, Androulla noticed veins of fire bubbling up from her arms, burning from under her skin.

Her eyes milked away to radiant darkness, somehow richer t...