Vahn felt his rider’s pulse quicken as an arrow flew past them, scraping his arm. “Almost there sir, hold tight!” The squirrel-cat said.

Mez grunted his response and bent down so that his head rested atop Vahn’s.

The two had met during Mez’s training in the Night Squad. Mez had been tasked with spending one night in the wilderness and surviving. When he’d been out there, Vahn had found him and p...

He hadn’t planned to get so lost in the words...

...yet he couldn’t put the book down.

It was titled ‘Warning: Don’t Read’, so really, who could resist?

As Sav read the book he really couldn’t understand why it shouldn’t be read. All it was was a bunch of ‘magical spells’, obviously fake.

As a joke he read one aloud. “Spirit come forth, and become one with me.”

A gust of wind swept through th...

Sync pulled up the hood to his cloak, covering the mark on the back of his neck. An Eagle tattoo, marking him as a aerial magic user.

He was a stigma- a singularity.

Most people thought that aerial magic was entirely useless.

Well they were entirely wrong.

Sync walked over to his window, slowly opening it so that it didn’t make a sound. He climbed up on the sill and leaned out before allowing...