When we are young, we think that we understand who we are and who we will become, in the future, but we haven’t even started living yet. You find yourself looking to the moment where you graduate or when you attend college and feel as if you are “grown”, but you are not. We are always in a continuous flux of “growing up”. You will never truly finish, until you can no longer learn anything new.
I thought that I was going to become a nurse and continue to care for others my whole life. Giving of myself always gave me peace, however fate had a different path in store for me.
Enter my twenty-one year old self, nine
WW : Samsara Nightclaws by thebalefulprimal, literature
Literature
WW : Samsara Nightclaws
Wyvern Castle was named for the beast that was slain by its founder, Ednir Nightclaw, in the Ancient Age. Not much is known about the castle origins, nor how Ednir came across the location, but it was written that a great battle of flames and magic lit the skies for a fortnight, as the wyvern and Ednir fought relentlessly. It ended in a truce, with each finding themselves against their match, and so the wyvern left so that Endir may have a home, for a wyvern can find a new place to lay anywhere in the mountains.
It is in this castle, in the darkest room the royal family kept, that Samsara was born. When Queen Isadora and King Sebastian first
"It's hard to wake up from a nightmare if you're not even asleep."
From deep within the rolling tundra of the western Andari mountains, a disheveled imperial emissary emerged, covered in snow and blood and breathing just as hard as his horse. They had rode hard, leaving behind their camp in the snow drift valleys to return to Clasall as swiftly as he could. When he arrived, he was ushered into the Great Hall, while a servant announced his return to the Empress. He presented himself to Her Majesty in the privacy of her study, and in the small hours of the morning, Empress Calla Monriant learned she had come to be a widow.
For the pas
WW : Compendium | The Chantry by thebalefulprimal, literature
Literature
WW : Compendium | The Chantry
The texts of Alanaid and Mikael are far strung across the Empire, fraught with many different writings and points of view. The Chantry's official texts tell us this:
Alanaid was the Creator Of All, She Who Spun Earth In Her Loom, Mother of all things. From her bosom, she birthed the siblings Moon and Stars; from her fingertips, the sun, rain, and wind; from her eyes, the plants and animals; from her bones, humankind.
She helped her children flourish, giving them places of peace to grow and build. Families came to be, happiness and prosperity reigned over them, and they thanked the Mother daily for their good fortune. They built great temple
The magician and the huntress hurried through the forest as the storm lashed the trees and cracked the sky above. Although the raindrops soaked the magician and battered the brim of his hat, they seemed to be taking pains to avoid even brushing the huntress. When they arrived at the arch of the tower ruin, he was exhausted, while she showed barely a sign of fatigue.
“Are you alright?” coughed the magician, slumping against a pillar.
“Thanks to you,” answered the huntress, sitting beside him. “What is this place?”
His eyes could see through time, what this place was and what it would be, from an exquisite
/We’ve been here before, alone or holding the hands of a child,mother, peer, mentor or other./
/Our stories have one main theme, some argue its purely social convention, a coincidental mistake, while others seek biology for answers./
/They loved Mr Alcohol, Mrs. Heroin and chased them like a missing lover. Their transportation to find them across the journey was addiction./
/Watching my girlfriend wash her hands over and over to ward off paranoia of disease. She feels sick with everything she researches, but never searches the details of what she has.It's only when I'm holding her hand does she feel clean before it all begins again./