Godstone Stories

I tossed and turned all night. My night slip was stuck to my body and the bed sheets were wet. It felt horrible; like I was covered in sticky honey. I flung back the covers and sat on my beds edge, my body trembling as I held back my dinner that threatened to make a reappearance as mush. I cautiously stood up, vertigo hitting me, and I dropped to the floor, my face slamming my bedside table. I heard a deafening crack and turned my face to the side to witness my table collapse in a pile of splinters and sawdust. Through the haze in my mind, I vaguely wondered if termites had gotten into the house. I struggled up to my forearms and crawled my way into my bathroom. I levered my self up using the sink and my sensitive ear pick up a split. I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. Something was very wrong here. I felt strong, yet fragile. It was like steel encased with silk. Only the steel was shattered.

Joya d' Arena is in peril of the Inviernos wrath. 100 years after they started searching for the worlds magic they hit rock bottom and they find nothing to what they hoped. The heirs to the kingdom, Kial and Jasape are in no condition to rule and their father, Rosario, is deathly ill. The empire is close to doom.