Legends of the nine kingdoms
The portrait
The moonlight dances on the once white canvas. The Moon goddess missed how the white canvas light up when the silver beams touched it. Now it is filled with black paint and the face of a child with sad eyes. A child that lost its childhood due to war, a war that turned the Covens against each other. A war that would ruin the world that she hold so dear. But she could do nothing than let her light shine on the portrait, and be a beacon of hope.
by Pexels
Thin Air
by Krzysztof_War
The night was drowning in and with that also came the fog. The thick fog that made the world around the small little cottage vanish. Not that it mattered much because when the fog starts to lift. The rest of the village will return Anya looked outside the window looking full wonder towards the thick mist. The ear deafening silence it brought with it. There was no sound of crickets or night birds. No barking of dogs, no hissy fights between cats. Not even the whispers of the wind broke through the thickness of the mist. As if it swallowed up all the sounds. Anya looked at her little brother who slept next her in peace. Not aware of the strangeness of the night.
Maybe it was nothing, and tomorrow the world would be full of bright colors, all the sounds would be back. The world would go back to normal. Anya lay down and fall a sleep. The next morning she was woken up by her mother's scream. Never in her life she heard her mother scream like that. Anya jumped out of bed and run towards her mother, and then saw why her mother was screaming. The whole village was gone, vanished without a trace. For years everyone sourced for them but never seen again.
The Shoe
Night turned into day, and nobody paid much attention to the single pump. The black pump in the middle of the street. Everybody just looked at it and went on with the rest of their day. The day turned back into night and still the pump was standing there. It was not picked up or was moved in the slightest. It was still standing there when the sun came up and people walked past it again. Ignoring it again, or spend it a glance before walking on. But again nobody touched the abandoned shoe, and the night fall once again. The next day came without a second thought and because nobody had picked the pump in the course of the night, it was still there. Waiting, until somebody picked it up. Waiting, and waiting. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Still nobody spent the shoe a second thought. Until one early morning the shoe was picked up by a woman, who looked at it. And that is when the other shoe dropped.
by Sponchia
Dragon Fairy
by anaterate
This story maybe hard to believe. But I am swearing you this is true. How do I know, well I was there. It is the story about the fairy with dragon wings. What are you laughing, well maybe it sounds funny in your ears. But I swear to you, it is not. The girl was born out of an affair between a Dragon lord and a fairy. But her mother, the fairy, didn't show her any love and tried to abandon her when an enchantment to hide the girl's dragon wings failed. The father was not any better, he flat out refused to admit that she was his daughter. Although all of his family knew she was. But she wouldn't find any trace of love from her family, and so she left the family and started to travel the nine kingdoms. Until she met a wizard who took her in, he was the first in her life to showed her a fairy dust amount of love. But alias he didn't love her, instead wanted to use her as bait for her wortless father. What of course didn't work. Again she was left to fend for herself, on the streets trusting nobody. According to some she died, others say that she found somebody who loved her. But nobody knows for sure. So now you are asking why I am telling you this? Well that is a good question. It is because the poor girl didn't die, or found love. She still wonders around in the nine kingdoms, looking for a trace of hope. How do I know this? Well take a guess.
Misfortune
The day started, but the sun was nowhere to be seen. The rain was pouring down, without remorse, the wind blowing an unforgiving could through Spegikhio. The fairies, centaurs and Naiades who called this land their home stayed inside their houses. Where it was dry and warm. Still there was always someone who needed to do some work inside the land. Otherwise, they would starve, otherwise they will drown in garbage. So Sadie Hazelfoot gathered all her courage and walked out of the door. With her water magic she formed a some kind of umbrella above her head. But it did nothing against the cold that blew right under it. Almost freezing it when she walked through her front yard to her. That was filled with crops and other kind of vegetables.
by __Jasmin__
Her little farm on the outskirts of a small city. She was not suspecting any help today, but normally her garden was filled with earth fairies. Helping her with weeding, and gathering the crops from the field. Sadie was not someone who liked to complain, and she got to work. Weeding out the weeds, gathering the corps. Picking fruit from the trees. The day went on as normal. It even stopped with raining at one point. Maybe now her neighbors will come out of their houses and help her with the garden. But nobody did and the sky above her head darkened. And the cold wind picked up with speed. Lighting and thunder filled the air with tension. Sadie looked up and cursed softly. She needed to get inside quickly. She gathered the baskets, and ran inside. Closing the door right before the first beam of lightning shot towards the ground, landing a view meters outside her front yard. Sadie hold her breath for a minute when the thunderclap, echoed through the sky and made the earth beneath her feet shake. But she relaxed for a bit, now that the first bolt of lighting landed near her house she would be safe, would she. But then she heard a crackle right above her head. And then her world exploded. The lighting storm moved on, and the neighbors finally piled out of their houses. To run towards Sadie's house. Not to put out the fire, but to collect all the food. The God of the Storms looked upon them in shame. And guided his storm back, he let the lighting rain down on every other house in the neighborehood. Every fairy who thought it was alright to steal food, instead of trying to safe their neighboor. Lost everything in the progress, and rain started to poor down on Sadie's house. Now everytime a house has caught fire or a storm is about tos brew. Everyone starts to chip in to help their neighboors.
Chasm
by darksouls1
The moon shone it's silver rays on the peacfull lands of the enternal night. The domain of the Moon goddess, home to the coven who practice her deadly magic. Her children, and her pride and joy. But this night her heart was filled with dread, the male wizards were planning to turn on their sisters, their wives and daughters. Believing that they were the only ponce who diserved her gift, she couldn't stop them. Gods were forbidden to intervene in mortals affairs.
But still every fiber in her screamed to act. But even when she tried it had no effect. Her voice reached deafman's ears. Her prencence was met with blind eyes. At least on the men side of her children, her voice however reached the ears of women. But it was to late, the men started their killing sprea. Mother's were pleading with their husbands to spare their daughters. While the daughters were trying to escape the house. Not all of them escaped, but those who did were hidding themselves underground. Away from their father's and brother's, away from their family. Living in fear that one day they will be found. Marina Shadow one of the youngst women, started to gather the women. Telling them that they need to bundle their strenght to build houses, and places were they can grow food. To build their own coven of only women. With the strenght granted by the Moon Goddess they get to work and build their own, compound. The men never found them, because the Moon Goddess protected them with all her might. And even when the Age of the Dragon Lords began the woman stayed in hidding, living under the capital.
Thorn
"It is no secret that the thorns of the Dragon Cactus are posiones. But nobody knows why. Well there are three types of Dragons, Ice, Electricity and Fire. But a long time ago when the Mirror World was still young and the creatures taking their first steps. There was a fourth type, Poision. The Poision Dragons were different from the rest of their kind. They were dominant and mean, they saw the rest of the creature as vermon, and believed that they were meant to rule over them. To make slaves of them, or pray if they didn't submit to their will quick enough. The other Dragons hated them with all their hearts, and did everything to prevent them from their goal. But the Poision Dragons didn't listen and started to fight the other Dragons. Nobody in that time was save, so the rest of the creatures started to plea with the gods.
by virginie-l
Asking them to get rid off the cruell Dragons, but the Gods were busy with creating their world. To busy not to listen to the pleas of those they already created. So the Dragons together with the Unicorns, took the matters in their own hand, or hooves. They started to combine their magic and trapped the Poision Dragons. It is only not known how they did it, it is only known that they did. They transformed the Dragons into the Dragon Cactus, their Poisiones gift was transformed to the thorns of the plant. When the rest of the creatures discovered this, they distroyed the plant. Afraid that the poision of the plant would be used as a weapon. Which was not far off, because the posion was used as a weapon." "But how can that be if all the plants were destroyed?" The little Dragon asked. "Well nothing in this world is complitly gone. Everything comes back eventuelly, unless the Gods destroy it, and even then it might return. So now and than a new Dragon Cactus pops up, and not always destroyed when it is found." Maira looked out of her window towards her garden, were currentlu a black plant rose was growing. A black plant with white thorns, she knew what it was. And what she needs to do with it. But first she needed to continue to tell her daughter the story. "But mommy?" Her daughter said. "Why are we here thenm is all the Poision Dragons are destroyed." "Well, Diania. Our ancestors saw the trap for what it was, and escaped it. They saw the errors of their ways and went into hidding. Not showing our true nature to the other dragons. Even when they started to rule the other creatures. Not with fear as our forbareres wanted, but with kindness and respect." Miara explained. Her daughter nodded and she kissed her daughter on the head. "Sleep thight my little dragon." She walked out of the room, into her yard. Her Dragon Sword in hand. "I am sorry. But I will not bring my little one in danger." She swung her sword cutting the plant down.
Howl
by BlackDog1966
"Mommy, Mommy." Kitty screamed, her mother rushed into her small bedroom. It was still dark outside, in Dragon lord's name it was always dark outside. "What is wrong, my sweet?" Her mother asked and she kneeled down next to the bed. Kitty started to cry, she knew it was a bad dream. But still she was so affraid, and she felt so small. "Ooh Kitty-kat." Her mother siad softly, while stroking her red hair, which was a rare haircollor for vampires. "I dreamed that, that." She started to stammer. How could she explain what she just had seen. "I dreamed of a beautifull woman with fair blond hair. Just like you." She said and her mother froze. "She said that she was my grandmother." Kitty looked at her mother, who inturn looked at her with wide eyes. "The woman then turned into a wolf." "This can not be happening." Her mother whispered. "Not my daughter, please Moon Goddess. Not my sweet Kitty-kat." Kitty swallowed, her mother's words made her even more scared then she already was. "Mommy, what is happening?" Kitty asked, with a small voice.
Her mother sighed and closed her eyes for a short moment. "What I am going to tell you, need to stay between use two." Her mother said softle, Kitty nodded. She didn't know why but something in her told her that this was important. "Our female bloodline is cursed by the Moon Goddess." "But the Moon Goddess blessed the Vampires with the land of everlasting night." Kitty said and her mother nodded. "That is true. But our ancestor, thought that was not enough. And demanded more from the Goddess. Which is always a mistake, never ask more then you are already given." Her mother said and Kitty nodded. The Gods were generous in their gifts, and really can not stand it if people are asking more. "So the Moon Goddess trapped our ancestor in the body off a wolf. She could change between the bodies of a vampire and that of a wolf. At firts she thought it was a gift, but then quickly changed her tone when her own kind started to hunt her down. Fearing her wolf body, fearing that her punisment will become theirs. So our ancestor hid her wolf form, but was forced to turn every full moon. The rest of our kind again hunted her down. Still she was lucky to stay out of their graspes. She got a daugther and her condition, passed down to her. And so down the line to your grandmother. It skipped a generation with me, and my mother called that a blessing, hoping that the curse was broken. But now I fear that the curse has landed on your shoulders." Kitty looked at her mother. "Will I be hunted down like an animal?" She aksed and her mother nodded. "Not much has changed, since the days of our ancestor. But do not worry, there is a village, on the border. Where the rest of werewolves are living, I lived there too. Untill it became clear I was not like the others." Her mother said. Kitty felt sick, was her mother saying what she tought she was saying? "You need to pack you bags." "Mommy, I do not want to go. I want to stay with you and Daddy." Kitty whinned. Her mother's eyes filled with tears. "I know, Kitty-kat. But you are no longer safe if you stay here." Her mother replied. Her mother walked out of the room, and the next day Kitty left her home. With the woman of her dream. She never got a chance to say goodbye to her father, or to her older brother. She wondered what her mother would tell them, will she tell them the truth, or will she tell a lie. "Serevina?" A woman's voice said to her grandmother. Kitty looked at the woman. "Where are you going with the child?" "She has Lycantropy." Her grandmother said, there was a sharp edge in her voice. "Your spell, only worked on my daughter." The woman bowed her head slightly. "I am sorry." The woman said, and she nodded to Kitty. "Have a safe journey Kitty Howl."
The old Mirror
Stefano tripped over his own feet, this was not something new. It happened a lot, not because he was clumsy, but his shoes were simply too big for him. His mother had bought them with her last money, so that he could grow into them. Something that has not happened yet, he pushed himself up and slightly cursed at himself. The cups that he was caring on a golden tray, lay in pieces all over the ground. Those cups cost more than he earned in a day, and Mister Gustavo… He couldn’t finish that train of thought. “In heaven’s name, what happened here?” A female voice said. Stefano knew that voice all too well. “I tripped again, my queen.” He replied, looking at the ground. Queen Gabriella of Glioro looked down on him and huffed.
by messersrach
“I can see that, boy.” She said with a sneer. He never liked the Queen, but work was work, and he needed the money to survive. “I am sorry, my Queen. I will clean it up right away.” Stefano said and directly picked up the pieces. Lay them on the gilded tray, not carefully, because they were already damaged. “Hurry up, and let somebody else bring a new tray. My baby comes home today and everything needs to be perfect.” The Queen demanded, Stefano nodded. “Yes my Queen. I will my Queen.” It was no secret that Prince Andreas came home after one of his many travels. But he never stayed home for long, it was whispered that he traveled a lot to avoid his mother. And after the few encounters Stefano had with the woman he couldn’t blame him. The Queen walked on, without giving him a second glance. “Here let me help you.” A male voice said after a short period. Stefano thought it was one of the other servants, so he nodded and a second pair of hands joined his. He didn’t look up, to see who was helping him. So when all the pieces of porcelain were collected he looked at the young man in shock. “My Prince.” Stefano said with an unsteady voice. “Thank you so much.” Prince Andreas wove it away. “It was really nothing, but man those shoes are too big for you.” Prince Andreas said and Stefano nodded. “I know, my mother bought them so that I could grow into them. My Prince.” Stefano explained. Prince Andreas nodded. “How old are you?” Prince Andreas asked. “Almost eighteen. My Prince.” Stefano replied. Prince Andreas nodded, and sighed. “Just like me. Well then I have bad news for you, you will not grow into those shoes.” Prince Andreas said, and Stefano nodded. He already knew that. “Master Micheal.” Master Micheal, the head of the household and Stefano’s boss. “Give him better fitting shoes, and some of my old clothing. He will become my companion, when I leave.” “As you wish, my Prince.” Master Micheal replied. And he grabbed the tray filled with broken cups. A few hours later, Master Micheal escorted Stefano through the hallways of the palace. He was wearing better fitting shoes and the old clothing of the prince. And he felt good in them. They stopped in front of a door. “Stefano, when you walk through those doors, you will be no longer in my service. You will enter the services of the Prince.” Stefano nodded. “This means that you need to do everything he asks you to do, no matter if you want it or not.” Stefano nodded again, he knew the drill. He worked almost all his life inside the palace, so this was nothing new. “Do not worry about me, Master Micheal. But please take care of my mother?” Stefano asked. “She has nobody except me.” He didn’t know where this came from, but he got a gut feeling. And that feeling has never failed him before. “I will.” Master Micheal answered and he opened the door. “Stefano Ebra.” He said to the Queen and prince. And Stefano entered the room. “Sweetheart, who is this?” The Queen asked her son. “My companion, for my next journey.” Prince Andreas replied. “I think that Stefano here, can learn so much more when he is with me. We are of the same age.” “But he is a commoner.” The Queen said, with a sharp tone. Prince Andreas nodded, and shrugged. “Those high-born, bore me to death. Afraid to get their silken clothes dirty, or are too good to come off their horses.” Prince Andreas explained and he looked at Stefano. “Besides that, he is too clumsy to work in your household mamma.” The Queen nodded. “Alright, everything for my baby. When do you leave?” She asked. “To night.” Prince Andreas replied. Stefano nodded and he lowered his head. Praying that his mother would understand. “To night? But sweetheart…” The Queen started. “No but mamma. There is a rare opportunity, and want to grab it.” Prince Andreas looked at Stefano and smiled. “Please sit down, Stefano.” ******* “Come up, Stefano. We are almost there.” Prince Andreas said, it was in the middle of the night. And they were still in the palace. So Stefano didn’t understand, what Prince Andreas meant by that. Still it was not his place to ask questions, so he walked on. Caring a backpack filled with God knows what. “Here it is.” Prince Andreas opened a door that lead to an empty room, no it was not empty. There stood an old-fashioned mirror in the middle of the room. “Come here.” Prince Andreas grabbed Stefano’s hand and almost dragged him to the mirror. “Lay your hand on the glass.” Stefano did it. It was as if the air was kicked out of his lungs, the ground under his feet disappeared. But that was for a brief moment and his feet touched soft green grass. They were no longer inside the palace, but inside a forest. “Where are we?” Stefano finally asked. “Mirror World.” Prince Andreas said, with a big smile on his face. “A world were we can be free.” He stepped forward and lay a hand on Stefano’s face. “Free to go where we want to go, free to be who we want to be. And most important with who we want to be.” Andreas stepped forward. “I have watched you work for years. Seen you caring trays with cups, food. Seen you clean my room and even seen you kiss other boys, when your though nobody was looking. I know it sounds creepy.” Stefano nodded. It was creepy, but somehow he found it also very sweet. Prince Andreas his mouth opened again. But Stefano didn’t let him talk, instead he started to kiss Prince Andreas. Who kissed him back. They didn’t know yet but this was a start of their new life together.
Broken
by matthewpriest
What once was broken What once was broken, is difficult to mend. What once was broken, is difficult to bend. What once was broken, can not be broken again. The mirror on the wall lay in pieces. A crown on the ground. A Dragon King bleeding, a bloodline comes to an end. A war is about to enter the stage. A war after 2000 years of peace. Ending the era of the Dragon Lords. Beginning the era of Change.
Escape
I was there in the middle, fighting to stay alive. Nothing else mattered at that point, not on which side I fought, not the purpose of this war. No, just the desire to come out of this alive, so that I could see my family again. So that I could hold my wife and daughter, I wanted to survive this battle for their sake. At that moment I cursed myself for being here in the first place. I made the choice to fight, like so many others who fought beside me. One after the other was felt by the tip of a poisonous arrow, or by the sword. Some fall and hit their heads on those nasty pillow stones, not knowing that they were slowly bleeding to death. In my honest opinion, there is nothing glorious about war. There is nothing honorable, and the songs who tell you something else, are song by those who never fought one in their lives. There is nothing to be won in war, nothing for the common soldier at least. And if I heard the Dragon Prince correctly there was nothing to be won for him either. Yes he was there too, fighting beside his men. Seeing them die and for what, some unknown idea of a giant lord, who thinks he is a Dragon. I do not even think that giant knew it himself. I am not going to ask him either. It is not my business, although now I think about it, it would be nice to know why so many off use gave their lives. Just a snippet of information, that would be nice. But no, I think that I will never know why I lost my friends. I am just glad that I escaped with my life.
by Dylanleagh
Cheat
by Goumbik
“I can not believe this!” Ella screamed, she looked at her boyfriend. The person she loved, and who loved her. At least she thought he loved her, but he did nothing but cheat on her. “Sweety, it is not like that.” He said. But she raised her hand, to stop him. She was so done with his slimy excuses. “So you didn’t steal my golden Acorns, spent on expensive gifts. Gifts you gave to another woman. A naiad, called…” She said, and he rolled with his eyes. “Muriel, her name is Muriel. And she is my …”
“Piece on the side. And do not deny it.” Ella snapped at him. “I know what I have seen, and do not treat me like I am a foolish child.” She knew from the start that their relationship would be difficult. She was a human, a low life in the eyes of everyone who lived in Mirror World. But she was no fool, or she was for trusting him. She had left everything behind for him, her world, her family and her life. There was no way that she could go back to her own world. And according to Mirror World law she was his responsibility. But still she earned those golden Acorns by working hard, in a local restaurant. “No she is not my piece on the side. She was my fiancé, before I met you.” Her boyfriend said. And another piece of her heart broke away. “So I am the side piece here.” She said. “I am nothing more than your slave, like every other human in this world.” “No you are not a slave, otherwise I would not allow you to work in that restaurant.” He snapped at her. This was not true at all, it took her almost a year to convince him to let her work there. A year of begging and pleading, and still he felt entitled to her hard-earned Acorns. Again she was no fool, she was nothing more than property in his eyes. She could see it in his eyes, when they started this conversation. He was surprised that she spoke against him in this manner. “I can not take this anymore.” Ella said and grabbed her purse. One, she had already packed with her stuff, not stuff that he bought for her. No stuff that she had bought, with her own Acorns. “Were are you going?” He asked. “I am going to life with, Stefano and Andreas. They told me that they have a spare bedroom.” She said. “You will not do such a thing, you are mine.” He said. “You just told me that I was not a slave, so that means that I can go where ever, and when ever I want to go. Sorry Big Boy, marry that girl and see if she will take your slimy excuses.” Ella said and she walked out of the door.
Haunted Village
The wind sounded like a weeping woman, when it made its way though the leafless branches of the death trees. The moon was hiding behind a thick layer of clouds, there was no one on the streets. The so normal lively village looked almost abandoned. But nothing was further from the truth. The villagers were just laying in their beds sound a sleep. Their windows and doors locked and bared. No one could enter a house without the whole neighborhood knowing it. This however didn’t put Marianna at ease, she just moved her with her parents, and all of these noises made her uncomfortable. For the past ten days, that is how long she lived here, she wondered what happens when the whole village was a sleep.
by astaroth343
Why everybody had bares of pure iron in front of their windows. She had tried to stay awake for a couple of nights now, but without success. However, this morning she found her bike, that she had left outside, when her mother had told her not to do that, in one of the trees. Nobody seemed to care how it got there, only how to get it out in one piece. Not her mother, or her father. Not the neighbors, or their children, nobody. But this only strengthened her will to stay awake, she wants to know what the night was hiding from her. Her alarm clock on her nightstand showed her that it was midnight. She looked outside her window, which faced the street. She needed to blink a few times, was she seeing this right. There were people on the streets, or rather floating above the streets. They drifted with every blow of the screaming wind. The thick layer of clouds decided to move out of the moon's way and cast the people on the street in a bright silver light. Marianna stifled a scream, those people were not solid. The light shone right through them. There were fairies with broken wings, or wholes inside their wings. Centaurs with a ruffled fur. It was clear that everybody outside the house was dead. One of them looked straight at her and pointed at the house. Before she could grasp what was going on, a loud bang echoed through her room. The half burned face of a vampire with blood-red eyes looked at her. This time she screamed. “Marianna.” Her father’s voice echoed through the hallway and light was switched on. “Good Gods. Marianna, get away from the window.” She felt her father’s hand around her arm, pulling her away. The half burned vampire was still looking at her. “Ed, what is going on. Is Marianna alright?” Her mother entered the room and sighed. “Go away, Colin. You have scared her enough.” The vampire nodded and dropped to the ground. Her father turned to his wife. “You know about this?” He asked and she nodded. “I grow up here, remember. This village is hunted by those who lived here before. Nobody knows why. Colin died when I was a little girl.” Her mother explained. “None of the ghosts can enter the houses, because of the bares. They are however harmless, at least most of them are.” She looked at the window. “Maybe it is wise for Marianna to stay in our room tonight.” “You just said they couldn’t enter the house.” Her father said, Marianna looked at her mother. “The ghost can not enter the house, something else might.” Her mother said and she turned around. She walked towards her bedroom and screamed. “Ed, take Marianna and run. Colin and some others will protect you.” Her father didn’t hesitate for one moment. He grabbed her and run through the house, out of the house and indeed all the ghost surrounded them as a wall of death. That was not the last time Marianna saw her mother, because her ghost lingers in front of her house every night. Only she those not know what killed her that night.
Ruin
by Darkmoon_Art
Everybody knows about the ruin on the hill. It was once a beautiful castle, with large halls, a big ballroom and lavish rooms. But that was then, now it is nothing more than a pile of crumbled stone and wood. Martin and his friends always viewed the ruin with great interest, making up stories about the time the castle was whole and in use. Playing with wooden swords, acting like knights who protect the building from all sorts of dangerous. Monsters, an angry mob, and one time an entire army. Martin smiled when he looked at the ruin. He was much older now, and those times are long gone. At least he now can watch his sons and daughter doing the same thing. He put down a wicker basket and walked towards them, with a white flag. “I come in peace.” He said with a large grin on his face. The children stopped their game and looked at him in horror. No parent ever dared to interrupt their games, and he was not planning to. “Sire Claus.” He looked at his oldest. “Please tell me who is the enemy?” The shock on his son's face disappeared. “An evil Dragon, father.” Claus replied and Martin nodded. “Which kind?” He asked then.
“Fire.” This time Julia answered his youngest and only daughter. Martin smiled at her, he was so proud of his little girl. He had seen her skills with the wooden swords, and he has no doubt in his mind that she will grow in this skill. “Well, the only way to defeat a Dragon, is with another Dragon.” Martin said, and the children started to nod. “We know that.” Julia said. “Do not worry father, we will protect the castle.” He laughed and went back to his wicker basket. ***** The sun was sinking behind the hills and everyone retreated to their own houses. Martin stood by the door waiting for his children to come home. He couldn’t wait to hear their stories. Which clever way they have found to defeat the Dragon without another Dragon. The sky became darker and darker. His wife poked her head out of the kitchen. “Sweetheart, diner is almost ready. Where are the children?” She asked. And he shrugged. “I do not know, the last time I saw them was near the ruin.” He said and his wife nodded. And then rolled with her eyes. “Maybe you should go and tell the knights of the ruin that diner is ready.” She said and he agreed. He went outside and walked towards the ruin, he soon was joined by other fathers. “Hey Martin, are your knights not home yet?” One of them asked, and Martin shook his head. “Nope, probably they have trouble with the evil Dragon they were fighting.” Martin replied with a grin. The man all started to laugh. “You know we didn’t want to go home if we were in the middle of a battle.” All of them agreed, and laughed. But the laughter died when they arrived at the foot of the hill. There were no children. All of them man looked around and some even started to shout their names. Martin was one off them. “Claus, Andre, Julia!” While he looked around, were in the nine kingdoms were they. “Martin, I think I saw movement by the ruin.” One of the men said. Martin frowned, it was a rule that existed when they were children that no one was permitted to get close to the ruin. Martin looked at the others, and they ran towards the ruin. He himself couldn’t see anything, but he believed his friend. They entered the ruin and looked around there was no sign of the children. “Claus, Andre, Julia!” He screamed once again. This time he heard something, very softly. “Quite.” He said to the others. And he focused on any sound he might hear. “Daddy.” It was Julia’s voice. “Julia, were are you?” He screamed. “Daddy, I am here. I am here.” It was so soft, but still he followed it. With the other’s right behind him. “Daddy, it is so cold.” The sound of her voice led them behind a wall that was still intact. There were even some traces of the lavish art painted on it. “Daddy, I am scared.” That was so out of character for Julia, she was not scared of anything. Not for spiders, the dark, not even for tales about monsters. They walked around the wall, and he started to scream. There they were the children. All of them laying in a pile, covered in blood. Their wooden swords lie around them, snapped in two. The other men started to scream too. Some of them ran towards the pile and dragged their child out of the pile, crying. Martin joined them when he saw the bodies of his sons. All the fathers were now paired with the bodies of their death son or sons. But where in Dragon Lord’s name was Julia. “Julia! Were are you sweetheart?” He hoped with all his heart that she was alright. “I am here daddy.” An airy voice said. Martin turned around and saw his daughter, drenched in blood. Her eyes were as black as the night. This was not his daughter, this was someone, or something using his daughter's body. “You are not my daughter.” He snapped at the creature. “But I am, daddy. I am. I was so scared, I am still scared.” The creature said. “My little girl was not scared for anything.” Martin said, and he slowly backed down. With the bodies of his sons in his arms. They were heavy, extremely heavy. The creature tilted her head and sighed. “Fine, the game is up boys.” The creature said, this was not Julia’s voice at all. Martin looked at his sons, who opened their eyes. Their pitch black eyes. He dropped their bodies, one of the men screamed in pain. His son was bitten him in the neck. The eyes of the man turned black as well. “Run.” Martin screamed and he started running. He ran past the wall, past the rest of the crumbled stone and wood. Down the hill, and an unholy scream filled the air. Martin who was no at the foot from the hill turned around. The creature in his daughter’s body stood behind him. Her hands raised against what looked like an invisible shield. “Daddy, help me.” The Creature said. But Martin shook his head. “Martin, what are you doing. Julia?” His wife's voice reached him. He grabbed her just in time, before she could pass the barrier. “Darling, I know what it looks like. But that creature there is not Julia.” Martin said. “And those there are not our boys. I do not know what they are, but they are not our children.” He looked to the boys who appeared beside the creature. More wives joined them, their husbands stopping them just in time. “But you have my word, I will figure it out.” Martin said and started to drag his wife away.
Mist
It was death-quite inside the forest. No sound of animals, not even the airy voice of the wind. It was as if all Mirror World was holding its breath. The gods left their creation to fend for themselves, because they were not done yet. But none of the Gods had intended for this to happen, or if they were, they were crueler than their creation pictured them to be. Slowly but steadily a strange type of mist entered the forest. It started to cover all the trees, plants and animal nests. Then there was sound, and an unholy type of sound. The screams of various types of animals, the sound of them dying in huge pain. There was something inside the mist that was killing them. The nights after that people started to disappear inside the mist. To be found when the mist has lifted, death. Their souls drained. Nobody knew what had happened to them. Until somebody saw a creature inside the mist, a creature that would later be known as a Mistling.
by KELLEPICS
Whispers of the Storm God
by OpenClipart-Vectors
The wind waited and waited on his master. But the Storm God was in no mood to rage a storm, or to even let a summer’s breeze blow over the lands he and his siblings created. Not after the wind themselves had given birth to the Stormdigo’s, monsters who created a mess everywhere they went. Not considering the lives they take, the damage on the places they went. He knew that his siblings and he had agreed not to interfere with their creation, let everything play out. Because only then they could see how this world would grow, only those Stormdigo’s rubbed him the wrong way. Last night they destroyed a village filled with wizards, taking almost everybody's lives. He granted one of the wizards the knowledge to revive his family, he showed him the way.
He didn’t know what this small piece of information would bring to this new Coven of wizards, but he didn’t care. It was his responsibility to do something, to ease his guilt. It was his fault, after all. He couldn’t punish the wind, that was impossible. But he needed to do something against these monsters. The monsters his creation has created. This was on him to deal with, but he only didn’t know how. Maybe he should reach out to his sister the Moon Goddess, the Goddess of death. Maybe she had the answer to his problem, but maybe she was angry. Yesterday he taught a bunch of wizards how to bring loved ones back from the dead. But he needed to try, he needed to do something. “Sister.” He whispered. He didn’t get any response. “Sister, I need your help.” He whispered a little louder this time. “I know I overstepped yesterday, but those people didn’t need to die. Not because I couldn’t prevent the creation of those monsters.” “I hear you, brother. And know that I am not mad at thee.” The Moon Goddess replied, her voice was soft and suiting. A voice to draw set people at ease, a voice to fall in love with. “I saw the pain and didn’t call the victims to mine embrace. If you had not showed the wizard the way, I would have.” “But can you help me?” He asked, his voice still nothing more than a whisper. His sister showed herself to him. Her dark skin, with her beautiful dark straight hair that floated around her, it was so like her. It was so different from his pale skin and graying hair. He looked more like an old man, and she looked like a woman in her prime. “I will grant the wizards, you have gifted with the information, the strength to fight these Stormdigo’s. But that is all I can do.” She said. “And how I wished that we didn’t agree on use not interfering. It would have made things like this so much easier.” He nodded and if this was all they could do for now, then this must be enough. I hoped this with all his being. “Thank you beloved sister.” He said, with a small version of a smile on his face. “I am sorry, that I do not call upon you more often.” She smiled and sighed. “We have our duties, dear brother.” She said and left. Doing as she said, giving the Necromancer, as they called themselves, the strength to defeat the Stormdigo’s.
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