The history, culture, and other information on Terra.
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…
Of the Plains
The grass rippled around her, masking her movements and hiding her dainty figure from sight. She hurried along, crouched and barefoot. Her gaze never left the pair of figures with their backs to her. A faint smile turned up the corners of her mouth as she stopped and closed her eyes to listen. After several…
Touch of Greatness
The boy leaned over his steed’s neck. He tightened his leg muscles as he tangled his fingers in her mane. With his free hand, he drew the sword from his left hip. It swept in a glittering arc, neatly severing the straw target in half. He gave a sharp whistle and the mare whirled in…
Ice Princess
She lowered her gaze as her father and brother strode by. Reflexively she took half a step back and folded her hands behind her back. Once the pair were farther down the corridor, she turned and continued in the diretion they had come. She raised her hand and knocked on her mother’s sewing room door.…
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