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Weekly Contest #355
When the glitter in the snow shifted from the dusting of sweet silver that marked the reluctant truces that fell with night into the golden drops of daybreak, the storm of Rewven would begin. The north was unfairly picturesque, even on the brink of war. Could one even still call it the brink of war when there had been countless skirmishes in the northern mountain region for most of the current reign? Pretty peaks of mountains that belonged in fiction, a pretty line in a poem or song, or the gentle dusting of rich purple pigment in a painting...
Weekly Contest #316
The was concrete unfairly cool on the backs of her thighs, to the point that she couldn’t care less about the dirt and dust that would surely work its way onto her, or the scratchy red marks the texture would leave. She was tugging her shirt at the chest in another vain attempt to cool herself in the heat, how Lily and Ryan were sitting next to her completely fine in the awful heat, she had no clue. “I swear you were built for winter or something, Thea,” Lily almost mocked, stretching out her legs from underneath her, but not looking up from...
Weekly Contest #267
The howling winds rustled the window frames, the high hiss of fast streams that had made it throw some previously undetectable crack in the walls and doors. Everyone with any sense, as her mother had put it, was inside hiding from the pure grey sky. It was darker than the morning; soon rains and hails would start, the storm would get worse and worse, and there was only one way to appease it. Enlightenment. Taylina was knelt in front of the small shrine kept in the home, along with all her family, when her eyes had yet again drifted to ...
Weekly Contest #240
It was cold and sharp, and it took her breath as she entered the room. Winds created from potent magic that rushed over her no different than the winds themself.Wind magic eluded Hellena, it was so close to light in terms of technique and ability and yet a wholly different beast. The cutting winds that had just rushed over her were nothing more than the practice of Edwin, probably the best in their year at wind magic. It wasn't a matter of pure power or talent either; he was very skilled at the technique involved, evident from the intensity ...
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