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The wide streets of the merchant’s district had never been this packed before. The familiar shops were hidden away behind vibrant banners and tangled webs of bunting strands as Rosie pushed through the shifting current of people. The flower stand should have been at this corner, but — no, wait, wasn’t this the boutique NanamiContinue reading “VII. Looking Back”

When our children told us they were afraid, we inspired them. When they said they were confused, we were the light that guided and the darkness that soothed. When they cried out in pain, we gave them hope to carry on. We were certain that we shared in their hardships just as we revelled inContinue reading “VI. A Changing World: Uncertain Futures”

When our children told us they were afraid, we inspired them. When they said they were confused, we were the light that guided and the darkness that soothed. When they cried out in pain, we gave them hope to carry on. We were certain that we shared in their hardships just as we revelled inContinue reading “VI. A Changing World: Uncertain Futures”

23rd of Autumn, ’72 Dad gave me this journal the day before he left, but I haven’t really had anything to write in it so far. I might as well start now. I’ve been trying to fall asleep for hours but I can’t stop thinking, and there isn’t much else for me to do beforeContinue reading “V. A Changing World: Saying Goodbye”

“Miss, I really must urge you to reconsider. I may not know what you’re planning, but with all due respect, I know it isn’t wise. That place is a dead land. Nothing natural survives that far out for long.” “If you’re unwilling to bring us yourself, then just the one horse will do. I’ll findContinue reading “IV. Mana Uncontrolled”

As the first light of day crested the unseen horizon, even the near complete darkness at the base of the Arm of Caevo was brimming with life. The chirruping and buzzing of insects eased into silence as the distant calls of birds arose. The long, damp grasses swayed and danced in the cool morning breeze,Continue reading “III. The Emerald Omen”

I had just collected my final few petals, ready to head home with my haul, when a booming crash of thunder warned of a coming storm. Cursing under my breath, I hastened my pace and made it a mere dozen long strides before the second crash sounded, accompanied by heavy sheets of cold spring rain.Continue reading “II. Without Words”

A cold silence weighed on my hunched shoulders as we blew out two flickering flames to celebrate the now two-year-old twins. With quivering hands, I struck a tightly-gripped matchstick against the stone floor at my side and reignited the stubby candles. I revelled in the joy beaming from my children’s wide, glimmering eyes as IContinue reading “I. The Night of Burning Skies”