The retired Realm Beyond the towering mountains and misty timbers lay a area unseen by the outside world — a realm where magic breathed through the air

The Warrior’s Pledge The area of Arindor stood on the point of war. Its borders were scarred by battles fought under blood-red skies, and whispers of rebellion

The New appearance The grand halls of the palace lustered with golden light as chandeliers cast dancing murk on the marble bottoms. retainers moved hastily,

The Princess and the Stranger The castle halls rose majestically against the fading light of dusk, casting long murk over the cobblestone yard. Princess Isabella stood at the window of her chamber, her delicate fritters tracing the intricate patterns of the stained glass as the distant sounds

Collision Course The office was a battlefield masked in professionalism. Rows of divisions lustered under fluorescent lights, the air humming with the quiet click of keyboards and rumored exchanges. Clara abominated mornings then — the routine, the forced grins, the way her presence sounded

The First Step Into the Storm The rain had been falling since morning, steady and cold, soaking through fleeces and percolating into shoes. The megacity looked muted under the argentine sky, its glass halls dulled, its neon signs blurred by wastes of water. Maya kept her head down as she crossed the road, the marquee pulsing in her grip against the wind. She was late for her shift at the bookstore again,

I first saw her on the platform of a small, windswept train station in early spring — the kind of place people only stop at to pass through. I was standing under a gravel ceiling, watching the distant hills blur into green as the fog lifted. My train was late, as usual.

The megacity thoroughfares were alive with the hum of everyday life the chatter of merchandisers, the steps of rushed passersby, and the distant bowwow of cornucopias. Amidst the chaos,

The grand hall of the royal palace echoed with the murmurs of patricians and courtiers gathered for the periodic coronation form. The air was thick with expectation as Crown Prince Julian prepared to lift to the throne, a unborn king poised to rule with strength and wisdom. But amidst the majesty,

In the heart of the area of Liora stood a magnific castle, its halls piercing the sky like tableware pikestaffs. Within its walls lived Princess Isolde, a youthful woman whose beauty was matched only by her spirit. But behind her serene aspect

 was a secret