Who would I be
if I weren’t afraid?
Author: william
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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…)
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The Beacon on the Hill
High in the windswept hills of Wrenwood, there stood a lighthouse that was unlike any other. It had no sea to guard, no ships to guide, and yet its light burned every night without fail. The people of the nearby village called it the Beacon on the Hill. Travelers passing through the hills often told of how its steady glow gave them courage to carry on through the storm-laden paths.
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The Enigma of Ori
Deep in the heart of GrailHeart Forest, where ancient trees formed a cathedral of green, lay a spring unlike any other. Ori, they called it—which means “Singing Spring” in their ancient tongue. Its waters shimmered with an ethereal clarity, and from its depths rose a song that seemed alive, shifting with the emotions of those who came near. For some, Ori’s melody brought peace, as though it could hear their burdens and soothe them. For others, the song stirred unease, forcing them to confront fears they’d long ignored. And for a rare few, it offered guidance, weaving visions of truths yet unseen. (more…)
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The Last Dream
Author’s note: I’m writing this story for my 90-year-old mother. Her descent into dementia is quickening. She understands what’s happening to her, and of course it terrifies her. This story is my attempt to share with her a way to embrace the inevitability of her Path with a little more hope and a little less fear. (more…)
