The history, culture, and other information on Terra.
Son of the Mountain Top
Wild black-brown hair fluttered in the wind as his fists clenched and unclenched on his hips. He stood with his feet shoulder-width apart. His young brow furrowed as his chocolate gaze swept from the ancient man to the buildings and grounds around them. He glanced over his shoulder to see the receding backs of his…
Born that Way
Her gaze narrowed as she adjusted her grip on the spear shaft. With a soft growl, she charged her opponent. A slight smile tuned up the corners of her mouth as he moved to strike. She uttered a word and a ball of light exploded in front of him. Not slowing, she dropped to one…
Child of Flames
She sat in a meditative pose: soles of her feet pressed together, backs of her hands resting lightly on her knees with a muladhara mudras held in intense focus, eyes closed, back straight and tall, and breathing slow and steady. “La-a-a-a-am,” she chanted. Behind her, a figure swept in from the doorway. Quicker than the…
Heart of Fire
His young muscles strained as he brought the hammer down on the piece of metal over and over. Sweat poured from his brow as he worked until he was satisfied, and submerged it in a bucket of water. A soft growl slipped from his lips as he returned it to the furnace to reheat and…
Runaway
Tears streamed down her face, tracing lines in the dust. Her legs ached and feet throbbed. She stumbled blindly down the road. At least, she thought she was still on the road. It was difficult to tell. The sun had long since set. She had no idea where she was. No idea how long she…
Prince of the Blood
Back to back the pair stood. One wielding a pair of elegant scimitars, the other a powerful long sword. A half dozen orckind surrounded the duo. “Not exactly how you planned your first day out of the citadel, is it Darius?” the one with the scimitars snickered as he turned aside a violent thrust with…
Taking a Break
Why I do this: What is the motivation for the world I’ve created? Why did I start writing this series in the first place? Is the watermark on that artwork really dated “2003”? Why have you chosen now to go into details about this type of things? It all started early in 2003 while watching…
Self-Imposed Exile
He pulled his cloak tight around his shoulders as the wind raced down from the northern reaches of Morgath. An uttered curse slipped from his lips as he checked his blade to ensure it did not stick in its sheath, should he need it. His gaze moved along the tree line nearly half a league…
Samurai General’s Daughter
She lounged comfortably on the curving slope of the roof with her feet propped against one of the dragon sculptures that doubled as a downspout. A slight, amused smile turned up the corners of her mouth as she watched the maids rushing about calling her name. She stifled a giggle as their tones turned frantic.…
Colorful Child
He sighed as he pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes and then raked his fingers through his hands. For several long minutes, he stared at his son from behind his study desk. The boy, dressed in bright colors, flowing fabrics, and a delicate sword dangling from his left hip. He shifted from…
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