Fictionalgeography Stories

One hot summer day, the queen of the kitsune was sitting in the crown of a tree, enjoying her freshly fried tofu, as usual, taking her time. And sure enough, no other way, her relaxation was to be interrupted by one curious, but in its own way attractive, nose!

Three kingdoms. One round table. And a silence that cuts worse than any blade. The white marble of the table stood out brightly in the dimness of the hall, like an island of light among the shadows. On it lay a map - dotted with border lines, marks, crosses where blood had once flowed. In the center - an empty field. Land without a master. - Will you continue to remain silent? - His voice was quiet, but there was a cat hiss in it.