Mythical, Epic Tales from Magical worlds
The village of Elmhollow burned as Kaela sprinted through the smoke, her boots crunching over shattered glass and charred timber. The air reeked of ash and sulfur, a stench that clung to her skin like a second layer. Behind her,…
The air in the village of Virelle hung thick with the scent of burning pine and damp earth. Kael wiped soot from his hands, his calloused fingers leaving smudges on the iron anvil. The forge’s glow cast long shadows across…
The sun hung low over Valenar, a bruise of molten gold bleeding into the horizon. Kael’s hammer rang against the anvil, each strike sending sparks into the dusk. The forge’s heat clung to his skin, thick as smoke, but he…
The air in the village of Virelle hung thick with the scent of pine and ash, a reminder of the fire that had scorched the eastern hills a decade past. Kael stood at the edge of the forest, his fingers…
The sun dipped below the jagged peaks of the Obsidian Range, casting the city of Avaris into a twilight that never ended. Kaela wiped soot from her hands, the acrid tang of molten iron sharp in her nostrils. The forge’s…
The air in Veylan’s market was thick with the scent of spiced meat and burning incense, a haze that clung to Kaela’s skin as she darted between stalls. Her fingers brushed the edge of a vendor’s cloth bundle, and a…
The forge’s embers pulsed like dying stars, casting jagged shadows across Kael’s calloused hands. He hammered the iron with a rhythm as old as the mountain itself, each strike resonating through his bones. The air reeked of smoke and sweat,…
The wind howled through the skeletal trees, carrying the scent of rain and ash. Kaela’s boots crunched over broken glass, the remnants of a village that had once hummed with life. She paused, fingers brushing the jagged edge of a…
The sky above Veyra bled crimson, a slow, viscous drip of color that clung to the horizon like a wound. Lira stood at the edge of the Obsidian Spire, her fingers curled around the cold iron railing, watching the sun…
The sky split above Veyra, not with thunder but with silence. Lira stood on the rusted balcony of her workshop, hands braced against the cold iron railing, watching the twin hemispheres drift apart. One half glowed with the amber light…
The air in Emberfall smelled of smoke and iron, a scent Kaela had known since birth. Her fingers traced the grooves of the lantern she carried, its glass surface etched with runes that pulsed faintly in the dim light. The…
The air stank of burnt cedar as Lira pressed her palm to the scarred trunk of the ancient oak, fingers sinking into the fissured bark. A pulse thrummed beneath her skin, steady and deliberate, like a second heartbeat synced to…
The air in Emberfall reeked of burnt pitch and damp stone, a sour tang that clung to Kael’s throat as he trudged through the village square. Lanterns flickered along the cobbled paths, their flames dimmer than they’d been a fortnight…
The sky above Eryndor burned a feverish crimson, a color that clung to the air like rust on steel. Kael stood at the edge of the village, his fingers curled around the hilt of his dagger, though he hadn’t touched…
The air in Veyra’s Hollow smelled of damp stone and old iron, a scent that clung to the skin like a second layer. Kaela tightened her grip on the rusted lantern, its flickering light casting jagged shadows across the moss-covered…