Weekly Mini: The Beckoning Forest
They always told us about the Forest. It had always been there, since the beginning of time. Always reaching for us at the edge of the city, at the edge of creation. As children, we were always told not to enter the Forest and its inviting, dark...
Burning Heavens PT1
The wind is my home. The Heavens, my grounds. I belong here- sometimes I know what the Murria long for when up in the sky, flying with the birds and cutting through the clouds. But I never wanted to be here... I was young; stuck without a family. A...