The traveler arrived at the edge of the desert just as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the dunes in gold and violet. He had followed rumors, whispers of a place where all the world’s unwritten stories lay waiting. He had no map—only the belief that he would know it when he saw it. (more…)
Author: william
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The Wonderful Tower
In the small village of Elmbridge, nestled between rolling hills and dense forests, there lived a boy named Corwin. From the moment he could talk, it was clear he saw the world differently. While other children played games of chase or tended to their chores, Corwin would lie in the fields, gazing at the clouds, imagining them as floating castles or great beasts. (more…)
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The Feast of Ashes
Orvin sat at the head of the long, polished table, the golden candelabras casting trembling light over the spread of meats and wine, sugared fruits, and spiced bread. A hundred guests laughed and murmured around him, their plates piled high, their goblets brimming with honeyed wine. Outside the great hall, the hounds waited to be loosed, their evening feast composed of whatever the guests could not finish.
And beyond the hounds, in the dark, stood the beggars. (more…)
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The Invincible Sword
In a land cradled by rugged mountains and vast deserts, there lived a warrior named Kael. Renowned for his skill and bravery, Kael had fought in countless battles, earning him both respect and fear. Yet, despite his victories, he still wanted more. Every triumph felt hollow, every celebration fleeting. It was as though he were chasing something that was always three steps ahead of him.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and cast the world in fiery hues, a traveling bard arrived in Kael’s village. The bard spoke of a legendary sword—the Blade of Varyon—hidden deep within the Whispering Canyons. The sword was said to grant its wielder unmatched power and victory in every battle. Intrigued, Kael approached the bard after the tale. (more…)
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Casting Nets
The river wound like a silver ribbon through the valley, its waters dark and swift. Along its rocky banks, an aging fisherman named Edran sat mending his nets. Once, he had been the finest fisherman in the village. Now, he rarely cast his nets at all. (more…)
