A cursed sorcerer once told me that there are always stories waiting to be told. They are piled one on top of the other, coated in dust like old books stacked on a shelf. Now and then someone comes along and drags them out of the abyss where fiction and reality dwell together. This someone carefully examines them and cautiously blows his soul on them, thus making them his forever.
He breathes truth into them, the good and the bad as he recognizes it. Then he brushes them with his fingers and leafs through the recesses of wonder and memory, preparing them for others so they, too, will come to know them.
"And then..." the sorcerer hesitated, allowing his blue eyes, that glinted with a hint of madness, to linger on me. "And then," he said, "all that's left to do is wait."
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Legend of the Stones 1: Rise of the Hybrid
FantasyA mysterious force, known as the Mystery, handed down twelve traits and twelve magic stones to humankind. Thousands of years later, people live alienated, trusting in a corrupt royalty, and unaware of a prophecy that is coming to fruition. The Rise...
