Skinshifters Stories

A young Skinshifter by the name of Sweq is requested to join the company of dwarves and a hobbit to The Lonely Mountain. Not only must she help them on a quest, but she has to keep secrets of who she is and what she is. So, how will it all work out when it is found out on both secrets? Who will she fall for? Who would she die for? It isn't like it's laid out in stone, and isn't like anyone does die, right? Of course someone can die, but is it really true? Let's see if it is all answered...

As I'm not ready to actually begin writing my Hidden Earth series, as I feel compelled I will write short, random scenes pertaining to these characters that I may potentially use in the novels themselves.

He held the stars and the moon in the palm of his hands. Every day watching them twinkle and burn under the midnight sky, all the while shielding himself from humanity. Forever etched in loneliness all because of her. Though she didn't know it. She was completely oblivious to him. She didn't know he had given up everything just for a chance to be with her. Like the sun, she shown bright in his life for a short time only to give away to the darkness that created in her wake. But, the true irony is that he was the darkness. Forever chasing after his sun. Only to find that she would be forever out of his reach. So, in his pain he created the stars. Little glimpses of her light to brighten his darkness, to forever to remind him of what he had felt. Of how he had failed. And maybe, just maybe his sun would turn to see the very things that would bring her back home.

We walk in darkness, in forgotten places and endless forests. We race our souls, torn in two yet whole, more whole than you could possibly know. We shift, our skin to fur, our hearts on fire.