Our kingdom’s have been at war for years. Neither side really ever winning, no matter how hard we push and fight. All we ever gain is more death, blood and bodies. I never understood why we couldn’t just get along, put aside our differences. But no one even listens to me, no one but him. “We’ve been over this a hundred times!” Edward whisper-shouts at me, where we’re hiding in the shadows at the b...

For 100 years, the kingdoms of Ramidere and Stohan had been locked in a deadly war, the Blood War. Too many lives had been lost and not even half the bodies had been recovered. The two kingdoms had been hopelessly stuck in a stalemate and neither about to wave a white flag. They were locked in some game of tug-a-war, with no side having a clear upper hand as territories were constantly being won a...

I wrapped my thick curl around my finger twirling it repeatedly in concentration. I looked at the sun dial trying to figure out if it was time yet. The sun was going down and he was no where to be seen. I wrung my hands in frustration as I waited impatiently.

All of a sudden, a warm hand brushed against my neck and I jumped. “Did I scare you?” He said with a smirk. “Sorry I got a little tied up, ...

As the swords clash, Emilia’s head turns to watch. The knights from enemy kingdoms are fighting, and she enjoys watching the muscles flex as metal hits metal. She turns her head away when it hits skin, closing her eyes.

She enjoys watching the war from her balcony, watching them fight right in front of the kingdom wall. Her father says it’s unladylike, that it will ruin her demureness, but she co...

Metal clangs as swords clash. Blood flies and eventually dries as men and women are laid to rest with a single stroke across the throat. But through all the war and bloodshed, time seems to still as their eyes meet.

They easily walk across the battlefield as if the fighting parts for them. They stand a hair’s breadth from each other, gazes locked.

“Stand down,” Queen Lydia says lowly, but loud...

Emily packed her bag in the silence of the late night. The moon was a half moon and she had to get out tonight. She had to find out what was the truth despite knowing the risks. She tiptoed out of the great cabin making sure not to make a sound. Even the slightest noise would tip of the guards and while she could outrun all of them she didn’t fancy her fathers reaction when she would have to retur...

A slender, alabaster hand grazed the runic carvings of the obsidian counter, and softly, under the black silk veil, thin lips spoke the Tongue of the Dead.

Rusted over with a refulgent, copper hue, the horizon in the smooth, crystalline orb sunk into blackness, as deep and bottomless as the pit of the wheat-like plains, swelled with corpses.

With its tremendous size, the pit of corpses existed a...

May always tried her best to hide herself from her parents, it wasn’t that they didn’t love her.. it was more like they didn’t accept her. She had never really been intrested in being queen, it just seemed like to much work. Having to deal with your own problems along with the whole kingdom’s problems as well? It also didn’t help that ever since she she could remember her Kingdom, Jackstown, was a...

She looked up just as the tip of his sword was swinging through the air towards her, a second later and she would be gone. She lunged to the right and landed on the cold concrete with a crushing sound. She winced, a pool of thick red liquid trailed beside her. Blood. She couldn’t see where it was coming from, the bodies were too many. Could it be Leo, maybe Noel or Niffer or Ren. NO- She didn’t wa...

As I drew my hand back I cursed myself for shaking. I pulled the string until it was taunt, firmly against my nose. I was trained for this, paint stained my face, tattoos symbolizing swift fortune snaked around my forearms, yet despite this, I was hesitating.

We used to be sisters. A tribe happily united. At least that’s what the elders told me. It wasn’t spoken about. I had to ask my questions ...