They sat next to me in the bed, and I pushed myself away. I didn’t understand what was happening. I wanted them as far as I could get, but part of me hoped they'd never leave. A force of some kind seemed to radiant from their skin. It was warmth, and solace. It was ...

The abysmal void gnawed away at everything inside of me. All of my senses were deadened. I was a specter wandering through the living world. Cursed to roam with something vital ripped away from me. I was a shell, with no volition of my own. I followed them because it was the only thing I ...

There was a frenetic energy that rubbed raw against my nerves. It made my skin crawl with painful chills, as though I was being slashed with shards of ice.

“I hadn’t planned on making a life here either,” I continued. I could feel my blood rushing as the hurt gave way to anger. I stood up from the boulder and looked at both of them. “You two knew there was more to me. You knew that I was dangerous! I told you as much! ...

Haven’s End was pampered in that they were able to forget about him. They were all sheltered from the nightmares lived by the rest of the kingdom. A sanctuary amidst the tempest. And here I was. I was the reminder they never wanted.

Parts one through twenty-nine can be found here.   I was tucked in by the night. Wrapped in gossamer blanket of sky and stars, I was lulled into slumber and safety. I sank deeper and deeper into peace, immersed in darkness and Magic. It was the kind of peace I could only dream about. Morning ...

Read parts one through twenty-eight here.   My hand was still stretched upwards, but I wasn’t in the meadow by the pond. The amber glow from atop my staff cast enough light around me that I could make out my surroundings. Cyrus had gifted me with a small room in the back of his cottage. ...

Read parts one through twenty-seven here.   “Hello friend,” a voice chimed from far away. A small light flickered in the darkness. As it grew, the intoxicating scent of summer rain enveloped me. “I’ve missed you.” I didn’t dare hope it was her. The faint flutter of wings became louder as the light approached me. ...

Read Parts One through Twenty-Four here. “You seem to be getting close to Cyrus,” Dasha said without looking at me, throwing my plate of food onto the table. She may hate you, but at least she cares if you eat. She’d been frosty with me for a few more days after Mara’s funeral. It was ...

Read parts One through Twenty Three here. My fingers grasped air. The fingers I anticipated clasping weren’t there. That feeling of nothingness haunted me. Dasha closed The Willow for the day and locked herself in her room when I told her. She didn’t speak to me for days. Her funeral was a silent, somber event; ...