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The elven lord KyranduĂl rode on his white stallion at a brisk trot up the winding forest trail. The trees that encroached on the dirt path were huge, soaring pines that set an air of ancient grandeur and magnificence. Their prickly branches cast broken, dancing filaments of light and shadows on the ground below. Away from the path one could see for only a short distance, for the massive, monolithic pines grew closer together, while thorns and other thick green foliage thrived in the open areas. But the path was clear and KyranduĂl swept onw...
 Bjorn hunched under his sodden brown wool cloak, wishing the rain was anywhere but there. It pelted down unceasingly and unmercifully, finding its way under Bjorn's heavy cowl to drip slowly down his back. The lightning scuttled brilliantly through the foreboding gray skies, followed almost immediately by crashing, rolling booms of thunder. Bjorn, for the millionth time, blessed the fact that his mare didn't react to storms, even bad ones such as this. He twitched the reins as his mare, Dvarna, slowed momentarily as she sludged throug...
Was Paradise actually lost? Or is that just saying it figuratively? And what does it mean “Paradise”? Like, is that just meaning Heaven or like, our imagined paradise?Yes, it was lost to mankind. And yes, it is just meaning Heaven. Is it still lost, then?No.How come it was lost—and isn't anymore? It was lost when Adam and Eve fell, a long, long time ago, when the devil tempted Eve to eat the fruit of the Forbidden Tree, and she, in turn, gave it to Adam.The Forbidden Tree? Sounds interesting—sounds like something in a fantasy novel or movie ...
Day 193It is hot in this new country. We made port yesterday after our ship was blown far off course in a terrible, terrible storm. We do not know where we are, only that it does not exist on the maps of man. Our water supplies are frightfully low, and our ship is badly damaged.Our “harbor" is as a long, sandy strip that turned into grasslands with rolling hills. In the distance, we could see a forest. Now, looking for trees to fell for ship repairs, we approached the forest. Upon closer inspection, we realized that it was not a forest such ...
***(Please note, I am no expert sailor, and most of the sailing terms used below are due to research. My apologies if anything is incorrectly used or worded, and forgive my ignorance if there is something wrong)There was peace.Amirah heaved in a deep breath, savoring the cold, salty ocean air. The prow of the ship dipped and fell in an irregular pattern as the rollers pushed their way under the hull of the Black Cormorant. The sheets and shrouds creaked slowly in the chilly, nighttime air. The wind was blowing from the south-southwest, keepi...
The young squirrel skittered up the large, budding tree, then paused. He sniffed the air and brushed his delicate white whiskers with his paws, his fluffy tail twitching from side to side. He scampered forward a few paces along the branch to where the bird feeder hung from a short length of string. The bird feeder swung back and forth gently in the faint wind, and there was a vibrant red cardinal pecking cheerfully at the seeds. A few days ago, the young squirrel had discovered how to access the seeds within, mainly the sunflower seeds with...
 Laurel entered the museum, her thumbs hooked in the straps of her black backpack. She took in the marble floors and the detailed architecture in general, nodding slightly to herself, impressed. She paused in front of the giant elephant statue on display in the entrance rotunda. Laurel raised an eyebrow as she ran her eyes over its slouched, out-of-proportion figure. Of course, Laurel had never seen a real elephant before, besides in zoos, but she was pretty sure the hindquarters weren't supposed to sag so much. The Smithsonian Natural...
My feet hit the hard gravel floor beneath me. I look up. The five faces of my friends, Ria, Jacob, Elena, Ramona, and Alex peer down at me through a small square of daylight. I shine the dim beam of the penlight up at them.“Is there any more room down there?” Jacob calls. “For anyone else?”“Not really,” I shout back. “Just room for one—maybe two, at very most—people.”“Oh well,” Jacob says, and I can hear a distinct tone of relief in his voice, even though he tries to hide it.I turn and study my surroundings. The space I’m in is no bigger tha...
“We can’t just sit around and do nothing,” Elena says, pacing with her hands behind her back. Heh, I think with an inward chuckle. Same old Elena. Never could sit still and do nothing. Always busy, always going. Action, action, action.“Well, what are you proposing we do?” Jacob demands hotly.“We need to get out,” Elena emphasizes each word carefully.“It would be suicide!” Jacob argues. We just got here! Why is everyone fighting already? I groan inwardly. I try to...
 “Why’d we even agree to coming out here?” Leila Greenrow complained, swinging her legs off the side of the white pickup truck. “It was to prove people can time travel!” Ben Schmidt said defiantly. “I don’t regret coming out here!” “Well good for you!” Leila snapped irritably. “We’re stuck FIVE-HUNDRED YEARS IN THE FUTURE. Iris was shot and we have no idea how to get home.” Iris winced. She ...
I turn the pages of my great-great-grandmother’s journal back to the first and re-read the words. This is a true story that few know. Someday maybe this will fall into the right hands, and they will fix this mess. Listen carefully…“Sounds very poetic…” I mutter to myself. My cat, Patches, meows and rubs his head on my arm. "Dramatic."I go back to where it says The Beginning of the End and try to let my brain process those words. Even more puzzled than before, I turn to the next page and start...
“Copy that.”“Is the launch team ready?”“Affirmative. All systems go.”“Launching in ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five…” * * * Iris Hawthorne gave her friend, Leila Greenrow, a thumbs up. She clicked her helmet on. Iris, along with four other people, were about to travel through time. They had perfected time travel. They had already sent plenty of guinea pigs through—but you can’t tell those how to come back.“Hawthorne!” Barked Commander Gunner through their intercoms.“Yes, sir?”...
Volund took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Fyrnor watched him closely. Was Volund scared? No, he couldn’t be. The great Volund? Never.Volund looked around at the great chamber carefully. “Hold this,” he said, unbuckling his sheath and handing his sheathed sword to Fyrnor.He didn’t even glance at Fyrnor. Too busy wrapped up in his own glory, scoffed Fyrnor to himself. The great hero who thought only of the good of the people, rescuing them from the greatest dangers, was really just a self-entitled...
That’s tall. that was all Alwryn could think as she stared up at the towering wall known as the Elwar Rim. It pretty much marked the end of Elwar City. Beyond it was the wild sea. She hadn’t been here before. She lived on the other side of the city. The dike kept the raging waves at bay. Elwar city was in a valley, between the un-climbable mountains on an island in the ocean. She didn’t know how her peopl...
“Father, are there really no more unicorns left in the world?” “My boy,” sighed the man, “no unicorn has been seen in years. They vanished long ago.” What? No more unicorns? They must be mistaken. Man never sees the truth. Silverstar perked her ears up worriedly. Surely I am not the only one? Just because man hasn’t seen a unicorn in a long time doesn’t mean I’m the only one. Silverstar sh...
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