The waves were restless, but the breeze was a calming salve. It sauntered through the tight streets of Arukadia and ambled gently up and down the zigzagging stairs. Sometimes it would quiet itself and loiter in a plaza for just a moment. Continue reading →

Sulma let the earth settle. For days now, she had had been hiding away in her tent. The camp would have seemed dead without her busywork, but with those from the northern settlement made refugees, there were new noises, new lives filling the space she left. Continue reading →

As if summoned by his crystallizing sense of defeat, a strange spark fizzed to life in front of Darwyn. At first, the will o’ wisp was just a formless sparkle, dancing madly about in the dark. But after a moment, it started to take a shape. Continue reading →