Myles Monsden 
Once upon a time, as such tales invariably begin, the Birchwood was a place of whispered leaves and dappled sunlight, where sprites danced and foxes held court in their own sly way. It was a forest where shadows played at being solid and where the wind carried stories worth hearing. But then, as is often … Read more
In the year of the Comet, under the eye of a waning crescent moon, Firnfolk burned. Scarlet embers danced like frenzied sprites across thatched roofs, and the air was thick, filled with the bitter taste of soot and despair. All that once thrummed with the hum of everyday magic now lay silent, save for the … Read more
The old ocean whispered secrets, languid breaths stirring from beneath, as three adventurers plunged through the clandestine azure veil. Their silhouettes, shrouded in grim determination, broke the surface of the waters that circled around the mythic Spires of the Sunken. Eris, the leader, borne of sailors and seers, her eyes, like storm-lit horizons, spoke of … Read more
In a dusty corner of the Harrowdale University’s endless library, amidst scrolls that smelled like forgotten rain, Professor Iris Thistlewood’s fingers stumbled upon a map. Not just any map, but one interwoven with threads of quicksilver and hues startlingly reminiscent of the deep sea. It depicted an erratic coastline that dared to kiss a tumultuous … Read more
In the heart of the endless sands, where the wind spoke in whispers and the moon hummed lullabies, there walked a man named Ambrose. He was a seeker of treasures lost and legends half-forgotten,, a collector of stories that the world thought it dreamed. On one such dream, a wine-soaked sailor had once told Ambrose … Read more
In the quaint village of Elderglen, where the houses nestled like shy hedgehogs amongst ancient, whispering trees, a crack fractured the sky one twilight. It was not a subtle phenomenon, like the fine lines upon old pottery; this was an ominous, gaping tear, a blackness rimmed with a violent violet that pulsed against the calm … Read more
In the forgotten creases of the world, where the map edges frayed into tendrils of mythical inadequacy, there lay ruins choked by the overzealous embrace of the jungle. Strangler figs, like tendrilous fingers, had peeled away the stones’ secrets, layer by layer, until all that remained were the bones of a civilization long gasped its … Read more
In the heart of the weather-bitten mountains, a spine of stone twisted under the Earth, lay the forgotten mines of Eldridge’s Hollow. These mines, they say, were swallowed by silence centuries ago, abandoned after a catastrophe that only the whistling winds dared speak of. Yet, it was in these skeletal remains of tunnels, where the … Read more
On Hermit’s Peak, wrapped in a high mist that never quite seemed to clear, there lived an old man called Elian, though no voice save his own had spoken the name in many years. Swathed in robes the color of twilight, he had crafted his world from the iron heart of the mountain and the … Read more
In the world of floating islands, the Zephyr Mines knew neither sunrise nor sunset, only the perpetual haze of twilight that veiled its jagged, hovering contours. The miners called it home—a web of enclaves dangling beneath colossal rock formations laced with veins of skycrystal, their luminescence painting the miners’ faces with ghostly azure strokes. Below … Read more