Final Places Part 1

Matthew and Marco Ser Matthew and his Bellumi delegation approach the city gates of Orlea. Matthew is on edge because he doesn’t trust the Broussard’s. Not after everything that Marco has put them through over the past year. Even with the seal of the king and the waving of a flag of truce, Matthew hasContinue reading “Final Places Part 1”

Aftermath of the Battle

A short time later, M’hel stands before a raging fire.

“It is time for you to step into your true purpose, stand in the fire.”

Nunley suddenly regains his speech. In shock, he speaks out loud “Hell no!”

“My friend, I understand your fear, but remember six hours ago you were dead. Trust me.”

Back to the Forge

“At last!” Betta cries as he sees the forge with his eagle eyes in the distance.
He and Zyno have been slowly making their way to the forge for days. Betta is at the point of exhaustion from having to carry both Skymen’s weight; nut soon he will be able to rest.
As he surveys the mountain top, he sees Kobi and Ayepex talking with a few other Skymen. Without hesitation, he lets out a screech. The emergency signal of the Skymen.
At once, all the Skymen turn toward them, with Ayepex and another jumping into the air to meet them, The fresh Skymen relieve Betta of his load.

Around the Kingdom #1

-Nunley the Hunter “Ser Nunley! I’ve finally found you! I’ve been searching for months.” Says a young Capital official riding up to him. “Go away, I’m on the hunt. I don’t have time for any political bullshit.” Nunley dismisses. “But Ser, I’ve been travelling for months. I have a very important mission for you.” “WhatContinue reading “Around the Kingdom #1”

Zyno #2

“Come on out Birdman.” He hears from behind.

It’s Nunley and crew, they have Ann.

“Before I collect the rest of my cape, you are going to watch me deal out some justice. Magic is illegal in the land and hiding a magic creature on your land is an offense punishable by death.”

“Run Zyno! Don’t worry about me!” Ann screams.

Betta #1

Having not seen a landmark for days, Betta has grown desperate to make sure he is on the right track. Nondescript rolls of grassy hills after grassy hills has been his sight for days. As he flies, he rises to just beneath the clouds for a better vantage point. Using his eagle-like vision upon the horizon, he still sees no landmarks to give him a hint of direction.

He looks down to the ground, for miles there isn’t much of anything living. A few small animals here or there. Something does catch his eye a few miles ahead, a boy sitting on the side of the road. He looks to around the boy for miles in every direction, there is no one else.