Clara felt the magic trickle up from the bare skin of her palm. With a cold crackle, the almonds transformed. Seven perfect diamonds. Even in the dim light of fog and cloud, they glittered. Clara sighed as her vigor was drained by the spell.
She looked ahead to the bridge. She had not expected fog. A shape emerged from it.
She held out the handful of diamonds. Enough to pay the toll for the next thousand travelers.
“It is not enough,” the bridge troll said.
Shame and sorrow were to be her lot in life. The legacy given to her and the legacy she herself would pass on. Continue reading
We think of them as separate. We learn of their natures when we are but small children. Fire burns. Water flows. Earth turns. Air blows.
But as we grow older, we learn that the natures of the great elements are not so separate. Continue reading
We were inseparable once, my sister and I. We shared everything. My mother said we were so close, that we even shared a heart.
And we saw how true that was after we broke the bear’s curse. Continue reading