Fantasy

Songs of the Silver Wizard
COMPENDIUM “The thing about dangerous friends is that they are dangerous, even if they are your friends.” Flames licked the air, dancing like tendrils of smoke that still carried the warmth of the fire. Thaddeus slammed his staff into the ground, and the courtyard shuddered as the wall of water met the unholy bonfire.
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Sophie's Colours
It was surprisingly inexpensive to acquire one—but after that the real work began. Supplies, repairs, figuring out how the hell to make bread. But that first loaf that came out perfectly…
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The Enchantment
It happened I became enchanted, and my spirits rose, and my heart was filled with love. It was as if magic had entered my bloodstream and flowed through me like a stream of enlightenment.
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No Trace
Avea felt her heart lurch into her throat, as soon as her feet leapt off the ledge into the dark abyss below. As she felt herself become weightless, and the moonstone locked in its beautiful capsule glowed before lifting off her chest. A beacon in the dark, and just like everything else in the outlands the trench wasn't what it seemed. The mystic air around her caught her, and carried her gently to the ground. Avea felt her feet hit the ground below to the sunken depths where no other living soul could be heard. She didn't feel scared, instead she could feel the hum of the portal like a subtle melody echoing out to her. "Alright let's find where you are" she whispered closing her eyes, the moonstone around her neck recognising the call of power guided her through the narrow escape towards the end where she saw the opening of the dome.
By KEATA7 months ago in Chapters
The Weapon
Avea Maxwell unleashed a triumphant howl into the roaring winds, embracing the sensation of flight and unbridled freedom. The makeshift sand skiff rattled against the powerful gusts of wind, a testament to the scrap pieces she had ingeniously fashioned together. Flimsy goggles flapped wildly on her face, and her lean arms stirred up and around the dried cracked planes. The distant wail of sirens and the piercing spotlights from guard watch towers erupted around her, shining outwards from behind the wall, but she was too far gone. While Guardwatch could remotely destabilize hovercycles from a distance, the unique design of her stand skiff left them powerless. An ancient relic relying on nothing, but the steady winds and silent prayers. The echoes of the chase faded away, leaving Avea and Bebop alone in the vast outlands, gliding past the skeletal plants that stood as a memorial to her mother.
By KEATA7 months ago in Chapters
The Echoes of Unbending will
The air in the mountain town of Naro Moru, at the foot of Mount Kenya, always carried the scent of pine and damp earth, a promise of the wild untamed beauty above. But for Elias, it carried the intoxicating aroma of his own certainty. He had climbed smaller peaks, navigated treacherous forests, and faced down swirling blizzards. Each triumph had chiseled away a silver of doubt, replacing it with an unshakeable conviction in his own abilities. He was, in his own mind, a titan of the high places, and mount Kenya, with its twin peaks reaching for the heavens, was merely the next challenge awaiting his conquest.
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The Siren's Curse- Chapter One
When I walk through the door of my home, I don't bother to yell to my wife that I'm home. She won't say anything back. Oh, how I miss the early days in our marriage. When I'd come home and Lucy would greet me at the door, eyes shining as she throws her arms around my neck and kisses me.
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In The Land Of Grey And Pink
Here you are in the Land of Grey and Pink, a place of magic and ghosts, or are there fae, hiding themselves from human eyes?
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🌫 Dream Logic and Sonic Fog: How Dark Ambient Disorients the Mind Into Meaning . AI-Generated.
Dreams don’t make sense—but somehow they matter. A forest becomes a stairwell. A face becomes your childhood home. You wake up not remembering what happened, but knowing something happened.
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Mah-e-mohabbat
Mah-e-mohabbat . Episode=2 "Father, let go of my hand... the goat will go away," Hnum said, looking at Khushbakht. Khushbakht instinctively let go of her hand, and she ran to the goat, petting it and smiling. Meanwhile, the people in the gathering were leaving, and Khushbakht cast a final glance at Banum before departing.
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🌌 Music for Spaces That Don’t Exist: Soundtracking Imaginary Worlds . AI-Generated.
There’s music for parties. Music for breakups. Music for long drives, chill Sundays, heartbreak recoveries. But what about music for worlds that aren’t real?
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Mambang ~ Animistic Spirit
In Malay animistic traditions, before the rise of religions, the world was teeming with spirits known as Mambang. These were not demons, nor were they mere ghosts. They were elemental, celestial, and deeply revered—guardians of places, thresholds, and emotions.
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