Feeling the wind on your skin

The silence of the forest

The peace in the air

My Nobel steed by my side

I had my fair share of adventures

But was this it

I rest myself aside this beautiful stream

The mist surrounds me as I breathe in the smell of pine

The colorful waterfall rests at its peak

Strong

Tall

Will it decide my path

I feel a deep sigh from my horse as he becomes impatient

I listen a...

“Halt.” He raised his hand to stop the rest of his party.

There was protest from the horses that momentarily filled the clearing.

Ethan, from the rival clan, was with his men, chasing down the princess who had been captured by a gruesome mystical beast.

Ethan sniffed the air, and his nose scrunched up. “Anything, Chief?” his second asked, already scanning the clearing.

“You smell that? Privert...

Thesin sat on his horse as she drank from the pool, exhausted from carrying him and his camp supplies so far and so fast. He dozed lightly with his head drooping low and his wide hat worn low upon his brow.

Not quite asleep, he started awake suddenly as there was a rustle in a nearby bush as a hare bounded out, spotted Thesin and the horse, and bolted back into cover. Thesin watched the area fo...

In the mystical Norse kingdom of Skjoldheim, where the air was thick with the scent of pine and the whispers of ancient legends, lived the princess Ingird Thorsdottir.

She was the adventurous daughter of Queen Sigrid and King Bjorn, rulers known for their protective yet traditional ways. Despite her royal lineage, Ingrid longed for a life beyond the castle walls, one filled with adventure and di...

The forest enchantress of predominately noble intentions lets her powers overrun her during nights like these. The moon is high and any poor souls caught out of place could be in for the worst night of their lives.

The enchantress prepares to dawn her flowing red cape at the pinnacle of her strength. Alas, this power overtakes her and sees her most vulnerable moments of internal torment. Yet... ...

Arriving at the base of the waterfall, Marianna felt the spray mist her face. It felt so cold and refreshing on her wind burnt cheeks. She’d been riding for days now. Weeks, maybe? Time kind of lost all meaning when she rode. The back of her horse transported her in more ways than one.

She’d been riding since she could walk. That was the way of her people. They lived in harmony and deep communio...

The water fell in a silver scroll, splitting the air with a sound that was less a roar and more a hymn - an ancient voice echoing across the moss-draped stones. Beyond the waterfall, the forest hummed quietly with the murmurs of trees - pine, fir, spruce - leaning in like observers over the emerald glade in which they dominated. Mist rose from the river like a ghost, drifting in curling veils and ...

I took a deep breath. We were here. The misty breeze might've been refreshing… if we weren't burying a body.

The waterfall loomed over us, like a painting. I tried not to panic, but it was harder than it seemed. I was pretty sure Orion had no idea what he was doing.

“Are you sure we should be doing this...” I trailed off.

“We’ll be fine, quit worrying Artemis.” The fact that our parents had made u...

A waterfall poured out the mountains

The sunshine burst through the clouds

My group roared in excitement

The ground was damp

The trees were swinging

I watched a group of birds fly by

Naming each one after a person in my group

The horses neighed

The rocks grumbled

Then

Finally

The water bursted downhill and took us with it

One of my favorite memory’s i can remember to this day...

We have stopped riding at a river. I peer at a raging waterfall and then to the sky, so open. My friend Glaya sits atop her horse, speckled with a mixture of amazement and befuddlement. She smiles at me, and I smile back.

Imagine living everyday with silence. It is peaceful. But it is also unnerving. One never knows what’s to come next when they can hardly tell what lurks behind.

A shadow mov...