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The Fox and The Birdcage
"Well, Dr Deloran...you've come at a bit of an odd time. You see the authorities recently broke up an illegal fight club, one that forced the poor things into deathmatches. Now, most of those little knives still need serious help before they can be of much use to a man such as yourself. Too dangerous, yes? Need to remember to live again, not just survive." A final nod from the slave merchant, as though she expected the topic done.
By Lee McDonald6 years ago in Futurism
First Letter to the Disciples
Dearest Disciples, I have become keenly aware of the desert within the minds of each of you. For some, the desert is in patches scattered amongst fields of lush greenery which bear such fine fruits, both ordinary and unique. However, I have noticed the vastness of this desert in quite a few of my assigned disciples and hope to bring fertility to the sands. There are oases dotted throughout the barren desert, and it is there where my work shall begin. For the rest of you, consider these initial letters as mere review while I bring your colleagues into the wellspring that it is the ways of the magical.
By Noah Lloyd6 years ago in Futurism
Darkness and Light
Cries for help filled the air as Mari ran from the small mountain village faster than a mortal's legs could carry her. Tears streaming from her eyes were blown free from the wind hitting her stinging face. The wind, the pain behind the tears, the rocks along the ground, and the foliage scraping against her skin all stung to her soul. Her body was weary. She gave everything to the fight. She saved many of the villagers' lives from the wolf-like beast attacking them tonight, but in the end she turned away from them. In the end she ran. She left her family behind as she sprinted away with no care for her heading. How long had it been since they arrived in the village. How long since she saw the other hunters near death or worse from fighting that beast? Her thoughts were so different when this night began. She was excited to be on a hunt alone with her father. Her brothers were away on a mission of their own, and this late night request could only be answered by them. She was ready to live up to her nickname, prodigy. She was ready to save lives. The two of them were in perfect sink as the fighting began. Her father using his magical spear, and her using her umbrella kept the beast at bay. That was the job. To keep the villagers safe, and the beast contained until help arrived. Everything was going to plan, until the second Fren arrived. This wolf-like beast, considerably larger than the first, carried three men from its mouth. Slowly it strolled in taking its place along its smaller companion. Slowly the men came into view. Mari recognized Kai, Micah, and Roman immediately once the Fren grew close enough for her keen eyes. The rest was a blur of panic and pain. Dropping her guard to break formation nearly got her father killed. She abandoned her training at that moment as she rushed the larger beast holding her brothers. This entire night was a set up. This was a trap meant for her family. The famed monster hunters of the Ember Mountains were now the hunted. Mari shuttered to think of how long her strong brave brothers had been carried in that things filthy mouth. Rage consumed her. She could only imagine the wounds they suffered to be so helpless in its maw. With swiftness she had never known she rushed the larger beast. Leaving her father to fight the smaller Fren on his own. Her father made the family proud that day. He remained calm as he landed blow after blow with the magical spear. Keeping the monster at bay long enough for her to squeeze through and reach her siblings was all he could do for her. Somewhere deep in the back of her mind she wondered why he didn’t try and stop her. Perhaps he couldn’t stop her.
By christian moore6 years ago in Futurism
Chapter 3: The Forest of Mir
The two of them made their way back the way they came through the twisting channels of The Underdark. When they reached the dead end Hadmorlin stopped and raised his hand and moved it in a circular motion while muttering the same incantations under his breath. After about ten seconds he stepped through and disappeared into the cave wall. Thia followed behind him. When they stepped through it was nightfall, but they were no longer in Sildëyuir.
By Destiny Joseph6 years ago in Futurism
The Fox and Birdcage
When Asire was discovered, it was considered a gift from the Gods. Not only was it a glowing crystal that erupted from the ground in various places around the world after what scholars called The Awakening, but was otherwise known as the worse earthquake ever experienced by mankind before or since; it was found to be a power source of incalculable potential, and even after a century of experimentation it was still common for new limits to be found and then shattered by the wonderous rock structure. The technological revolution brought about a baby boom...and the first of those to claim it was a curse. It was discovered that exposure, and even in some cases simply close proximity, to Asire, causes what is either the spirits of the world escaping to the mortal realm through an unprotected babe or a result of the radiation given off by Asire when in use causing mutations in unborn children, depending on your source.
By Lee McDonald6 years ago in Futurism
The Priestess and the Fool
The Priestess and The Fool A woman sat on a stump in the middle of the woods, with two young girls around her, seated in front of her on the ground as they had time and time again. It was mid-afternoon, with the sun high in the sky. It was just turning to fall, the leaves on the tall spruce trees changing colors. The sun hitting the leaves covered the ground in shadows, with enough light peeking through to keep the bottom of the forest lit .
By Megan Gilbreath6 years ago in Futurism
The Sun and Moon
In the beginning there were only two animals: a fox and a swan. The fox was named Kahli, his fur was not fur, but hot red flame, almost as hot as his temper. The spirits of the wind and earth hated his impatient nature and did all they could to stop him. Then there was Malkia, the swan, tranquil, delicate and a body made out of grey sandstone, it was hard not to love her. In fact, the spirits of earth and wind loved Malkia so much, they gave her anything she asked for.
By JazzLynn Fields6 years ago in Futurism
The Creation of the North Star — A Folk Tale
There was once a great kingdom called Kinaleaue, where a wise king ruled, and across the island and to the East was a lesser kingdom named Krusivich. They were friendly rivals and frequently competed with one another.
By Maisy Wilkinson6 years ago in Futurism
What's On The Other Side Of The Raindrop
What’s on the other side of the Raindrop When I was about 10 or 11 years old and in 5th grade we were learning about molecules at school. What they looked like and how they worked. The teacher showed us models of the nucleus surrounded by the orbiting atoms and told us that everything on Earth was made up of these teeny tiny bits that we couldn’t even see. The idea really caught my attention. It’s probably the first experience I’ve had of actually contemplating something. I have a very clear memory of standing in the produce section of the grocery store with my mother one day and thinking about whether the oranges were actually tiny galaxies and if “people” lived there, to them we were great awesome god-like creatures. I thought of the tiny bits of pulp. Were they oceans or other even tinier universes? What would it be like to be that small? Then I began to think about our universe. Maybe we were a miniscule part of some other being’s orange. I remember feeling at the time that it probably went both ways, from vastly tiny to unimaginably huge. The idea of never-ending was there but the imagining of it was hard, though I still kept turning it over and over in my mind. That night as I lay in bed I started to rub small circles on one spot of my bedroom wall thinking about all the little molecules I must be rubbing off and wondering how long it would take me to get through the wall. Then I realized that if all things on Earth were made of those little bits then I was also wearing away my finger. I quickly stopped rubbing.
By Victoria LaPointe6 years ago in Futurism
Chapter 2: The Underdark
Thia's village was located right in the middle of Sildëyuir. It was a very majestic and dense forest but Thia had wandered the woods so many times she knew how to manipulate it. She was enjoying her long walk to nowhere when she reached the edge of her village. Normally she walked in the forest during twilight, but the sky was still pitch black. She looked around in wonder at the large, silver trunked trees that now had phosphorescent fungus glowing up and down the trunks of them. A pack of silver deer ran across her path and glowing foot-long emerald and sapphire dragonflies buzzed around her. The grass lit up with every step she took. Everything seemed to be humming with magical energy.
By Destiny Joseph6 years ago in Futurism
