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Tales from Lorianthil
- Author Lynea
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Lothira took him to the Tribunal building just as the dawn broke the night, casting a silver glow upon the stone. Damien gave a nod as she departed then turned toward the stone doors. The doors loomed several feet above his head, carved with an ancient runed circle.
He pushed on the doors, but...
Falling droplets of water stirred him awake. When Damien opened his eyes he saw the hanging branches of a willow tree above him, and the sound of gentle rushing water struck familiarity. This place...he had been here before, but never had he seen it in the Spring. The warm air made him feel like...
Ashlyn sat on her knees, facing the Tribunal. Her hands were still bound. Enclosing her was a runed circle that had been etched into the stone floor centuries before. The circle was the elves’ most ingenious invention to keep a Sorceress in check, and now it held Ashlyn with its grip.
Of the...
Ashlyn and Damien turned, meeting the elf's angry glare. It was startling the way Kallus had appeared from within the line of trees. He blended all too well amongst the forest, only his aquamarine eyes stood out, filled with bitterness.
"You followed us?" Damien winced.
"I followed you,"...
“ASH!” Damien shouted at the top of his lungs. He hoped she would hear him from far away as he sprinted toward her house. He pushed himself harder than he ever had before in an attempt to arrive before Calda would. Damn everything if he was too late.
When he arrived at the house, he found it...
3 May
It was a cloudy day. Outside, a soft rain was sprinkling down upon the Gumberwood. Though the trees provided cover from the rain, a misty fog had set itself low to the ground, making residents prefer to stay inside their doors. Due to the unideal weather, Damien and Naelen spent their...
The day was finally shifting into evening, the sun disappearing in the west. The forest was now dark with a navy blue and growing pitch black.
Damien and Ashlyn made their way back to her house and found Calda sitting on her sofa, lost in a book.
"And where have you two been?" Calda asked...
28 April
Damien finished a day's work in the forge before going over to Ashlyn's house in the early evening. He refused to admit that he felt shaken and nervous. Still, he wanted to honor his agreement to meet with her. He knocked on the door and was a bit surprised that Ashlyn had answered it...
Once back at her house, Ashlyn had Damien lay down on her mother's sofa. His head rested back as Ashlyn knelt down beside him.
"Perhaps you should open your shirt," she said, resisting the redness creeping into her cheeks.
Giving a pensive stare, Damien undid the buttons on his shirt and let...
When Ashlyn opened her eyes, she found herself trapped in a giant bird cage. Her prison was built with slender steel bars and a rounded dome at the top.
“Girithane!” She got to her feet, tugging at the bars. “This doesn’t solve anything!”
It was quiet where she stood captive. After scanning...
Girithane led Damien and Ashlyn back the way they had come. Once they arrived at the mossy circle of stones, Girithane stepped inside it and disappeared. Like the flapping of wings, his figure vanished and left nothing in its trace.
“Whoa.” Damien was startled at the sight of it. “Where did he...
As Ashlyn made her way from the deep part of the wood, she stopped at the sight of a beautiful flower standing by its lonesome. It struck her as odd that there were no other blossoms of its kind, though it did appear noble in the way it rose above the grass.
"Hmm." Her face lit with delight as...
Ashlyn reveled in the sound of the rushing stream, the pure light glinting off the water. She had missed this: standing in the cool riverbed as the current gently pushed against her ankles. The pebbles and stones beneath her feet were smooth, softened by moss.
Bending down, she picked up a...
27 April
Ashlyn woke up later than she deemed normal. It was a calm, glistening morning. She heard the chirping of robins as they flew back to their nests to feed their hatchlings.
After getting dressed, she came out to greet Calda at the dining table. "Good morning, Mother."
"You slept in...
Ashlyn rushed out of her bedroom, eager to put some distance between her and Damien. Her chest felt tight and heavy as she breathed, as she contemplated the hundreds of innocent lives lost.
A few paces away from her now, Damien stood leaning against one of the chairs. He was quiet, as if...
It was early evening by the time Damien made it to Calda's house. Before he could even knock, Calda was there answering the door.
"Damien," she kissed his forehead in greeting. "You are right on time."
Damien greeted her warmly in return, kissing her cheek as elves often did. Letting himself...
Gumber- Year 465
26 April
Damien strolled along the road to the local marketplace, carrying the metal pieces he had crafted for this month. Among them were swords, daggers, and smaller treasures that the female elves were prone to find beautiful.
A few moons ago, Damien had no interest in...
Back in the comfort of home, Lanara tended to the bloody wound on Damien's cheek. Around them, the winter feast had turned into heavy celebration. Kallus, Naelen, and Calda all sat by the fire to warm themselves.
Calda had a wool blanket wrapped around her shoulders and a mug of hot tea...
Calda's house was in sight, and the three youths crouched to stay low. Naelen had a stern feeling in his gut as he creeped toward the house.
"We should stay quiet," he warned. "Last time I made too much noise."
Lila acknowledged him with a nod. "Where to, little brother?"
He gestured to the...
When Kallus woke up, he saw a pair of shiny blue eyes staring at him. For a moment he thought they were Lanara's eyes, but these were more gentle, carrying a hint of sorrow.
"Calda?" Kallus touched his aching head, wincing at the sting. In Calda's hand was a glass vial. Her graceful arm reached...
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