Wyneth Nightmeadow has not received any gifts yet
She stumbled into the office, making more noise on the hard wood floor than she has ever done. Nimbletips looked up at the racket and gasped, seeing the state Wyn was in.
Wyneth’s dark skin was ashen. Her ebon hair was tangled into a rat’s nest. Her brown eyes were blood shot. Her clothing was rumbled and torn. She only had one boot on, her right foot was bare. She smelled like alcohol, blood, and death. The only thing on her that was still in somewhat good condition was her…Continue
Wyneth leaned against the steps of the Academy, slightly distracted by the sounds of the children playing in that wooden playground in the late morning light. Her victim had not arrived at the academy yet, something that was a bit unusual. The Matron usually strike Wyneth as an early bird, someone who got up at the disgusting morning hours when one should be just going to sleep instead of waking up, yet the Matron wasn’t…Continue
To escape the hunters chasing him, the great white stag leapt into the air, but instead of landing his antlers got tangled in the twinkling stars and the great white stag found he was trapped. He struggled to free himself from the dark sky and lights but no matter how hard he tried he could not free himself. The moon had been watching the stag the entire time. She saw his great strength and prowess and fell in love with the…Continue
Thirty years ago she ran away from a prospering town under the light of the white lady. The walls of the town stood strong with stone and wood. The colors of Strom were painted boldly, proudly.
She could not remember the name of the town. It has…Continue