It was on a sun-soaked afternoon when the mountains trembled under an unfamiliar roar, not unlike thunder if thunder could growl. The roar was stretched thin, humming through the trees and catching in the leaves like stubborn rain. Marlowe Grint, an avowed collector of myths and searcher after ancient whispers, dropped his teacup upon hearing … Read more
Once, in a world not unlike our own but embroidered with the extraordinary, there was a place known only to the clouds and the stars. This place, an island suspended in the liminal space between blue sky and the endless cosmos, was the domain of an old sky miner known as Old Garrow. With hands … 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 town of Aerie, perched precariously on the edge of the world’s end, the cliffs rose sheer, like the walls of a giant’s castle. The local folks had wings, not like those of birds, but delicate like a dragonfly’s, shimmering in a spectrum of colors whenever sunlight managed to steal through the perpetually moody … Read more
In the heart of an unnamed forest, three wanderers—Cora, Beckett, and Nyle—discover an ancient secret beneath the earth. Guided by a map from Cora’s grandfather, they venture into Whisperhaven, a forgotten underground city of stone and glass. Their quest for the fabled Crystal of Veylar, said to restore lost memories, leads them through a labyrinth that shifts with every step. Haunted by phantoms of the past, they navigate the maze’s twists and turns until Cora grasps the Crystal, freeing the spirits and unveiling the city’s true legacy.
In Ariadne’s village, if the air glittered like falling diamonds or smoke danced sideways, one knew the borders between realms were warping. That day, the sky didn’t simply shimmer; it pulsated with an urgency, swirling with violet and black End particles, signaling, perhaps, the throes of cosmic pain. Ariadne was twelve, with eyes like storm … Read more
The lone adventurer—who for the sake of our story we shall call Finch—found the desert temple not so much by fate as by a unique intertwining of destiny and an oversight, having misplaced her compass three dunes back. It lay sprawling before her, emerging from the wind-swept sand like an old bedsheet tossed aside by … Read more