11 – Kaelir
Kaelir Veynn was not a soldier, nor a colonist driven by dreams of glory. He was a cartographer, the most renowned of the Republic, chosen for a task that intertwined…
Kaelir Veynn was not a soldier, nor a colonist driven by dreams of glory. He was a cartographer, the most renowned of the Republic, chosen for a task that intertwined…
Ta’ha, an old settler of the New World, still leaned on her worn staff, yet the memories of the journey to those distant lands were etched in her mind with…
It was the dead of night. Venn held the pen steadily, even though his heart was pounding wildly. He still could not believe the fortune that had befallen him: an…
The mountains of the Root People were a labyrinth of twisted trunks and vines as thick as ropes. Sunlight rarely filtered through: air currents pushed black clouds over the peaks,…
Jaren stood still at the entrance of the High Hall. He didn’t move, except for the slow rise and fall of his chest beneath the breastplate. His place was not…
The ground was dry as burnt paper, and it stank. Not of flowers or hay or anything that could remind one of life, but of iron, dryness, and ancient death.…
The harbor teemed with activity. Liora walked among crates of goods and busy sailors, the sound of ropes and planks banging against the docks filling the air. Her family was…
The harbor was a calm chaos. Waves lightly lapped against the hull, while the wind carried the scent of salt, wet wood, and dead algae. Captain Merek walked along the…
He realized he was walking.His legs moved on their own, with the steady slowness of a body accustomed to fatigue. The wind blew grains of sand against him, but he…
The silence was broken. At first, it was just a beat. A distant pulse, muffled by the darkness. Then another. Rhythmic, slow, like a drum submerged in the void. For…