The Mora

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It was a time when dragonflies could flutter all the way up to the moon, when the flickering of a hummingbird’s wings was faster than lightning.

It was a time when the growl of thunder signified the coming of a catastrophe, a cracking of the earth, a roiling of the seas, a shuddering of the heavens.

It was a wild time.

And into this time was born a creature that her mother called Mora.

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Lord Orgulous

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Lord Orgulous came to our province some time ago, and when he did, he inherited the rule of the province.  As might be expected, he arrived with quite a flurry of rumor swirling about him, for he hailed from a distant land, and he was young and handsome and mysterious.  Some said he left behind a fortune so grand that even the stars looked down upon its glittering magnificence with envy.  Some said he was exiled for some preposterous boast that insulted a very powerful personage.  And there are some among us—the romantics—who believe that he came to our land because he was fleeing from heartbreak. Continue reading

The Forest of the Dasollagi

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“Wait until you are within the borders of the forest before you open the box, else you have failed before you have begun.”

With those words, the schoolmaster turned away and left Naji alone before the borders of the forest.

Naji entered the forest with no other possessions but that box, as the test required.  He carried no water, no food, no clothing but what he already wore, no bedroll, nothing to trade or barter with.

But that is what he had chosen.  A box.

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The Thief, the Fairy, and the Raven

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The thief fell from the tower’s upper window.  She had lost her precarious grip on the pitted brick.  She remembered that she should roll herself up into a loose ball to protect her head and neck.  But by the time she remembered, she had already struck the first branch of the tree in the orchard below.  Then she struck another and another.  Scratched and thrashed and bounced about, she finally reached the ground, thankful that the soil was soft.  She lay there for far too long a moment.  The breath had been knocked out of her.  And she feared moving for fear she might discover that she could not. Continue reading

The Magic Triptych

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When I was born, a clever mage, who was also my mother, made for me a triptych: three panels, attached in a row by hinges, depicting paintings of our home.  The middle panel depicted our capital city, where we lived.  The left panel depicted my mother, her hands raised as if in the casting of a spell.  The right panel depicted the Arx, the great tower of knowledge where mages learned their trade.  The flanking panels were each half the width of the middle one, so they could be folded inward, and the image could be hidden.  And strangely, my mother had built a lock into the triptych.  Once folded, the triptych could be secured.  I did not know why it would need to be locked.  There were no secret or blasphemous things depicted in the paintings, as far as I knew. Continue reading

The Moonbroch

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The starry-eyed youth named Carson cast his gaze at the full moon.  His father had just cursed it, or rather, he had cursed those who dwelt upon it.

“A storm is coming,” his father said, gazing up at the low and looming clouds.  “A storm with high winds.”

Yet another storm, the fourth one in as many days.

“Soon it will storm day and night,” his father said.  And then he raised a fist to the full bright moon and shook it.  Continue reading

Castle Farouche

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When buds are twisted too tightly, they will never bloom beautifully, my grandmother always said, all the more so after she’d witness my staying in my little corner of the room at a party in our house while the other children played with each other.  But she did not know that I was surrounded by friends in my own world, in Castle Farouche. Continue reading