Nohuman قصص

In the midst of winter, in a refugee camp, a young boy and an elderly woman look at each other before the young boy asks her a question. "Grandmother, tell me, why must we believe in our faith?" The grandmother replies, "Faith may seem insignificant in this world, but it is very precious in the worst moments. You must always believe in something, no matter if it is true or not." "But that would be a lie, grandmother." Whether it is a lie or not, the most important thing is the reason behind it. It allows us to hold on to our reason for survival. That is why you must believe in your own faith. Humanity does not exist without faith. "What must I do to believe in my faith?" "Create your own reality, whether it is true or not. It will always end up becoming a reality." "I don't understand how that is possible." "You will understand eventually, my little boy." The old lady points her finger towards the dark, cloudy sky. "The time will come for you when the skies open up to you and a higher being comes to you." "Grandmother, please don't make me believe in your nonsensical words again. You need to sleep; we still have a long way to go before we reach our destination."

The Jokana bear tribe is planning something big, and the Dog tribe of Maximuse is conquering the land. While in the southern lands, the lion tribes are teaming up and taking over.

A world became dark and scary a long time ago, but there was a little light which could bring love and peace, fortunately. That light was called Ariel; a unique soul, a fallen angel... A diary. Ariel was a diary, the best thing Olivia could have.

A story about dragons and coves.