Epilogue

Snow sprawled across the forest floor in the silent blanket of winter’s embrace. Only the sounds of drifts, long caught upon the branches of the pine, dared move that day as the shadow of morning held the forest to silence. No sunlight could walk upon the earth in daple or lay as a second shadow … Continue reading Epilogue →

Aya and Carrick Part 9: Magic’s End

In the Eastern forests of the Firwood four friends were preparing to set out from the small cabin they had taken as shelter as the frigid gusts of winter had appeared in blizzard and then departed with the meekness of an embarresed wombat. ‘Hey guys, come look how great Carrick’s hat looks on this horse!’ … Continue reading Aya and Carrick Part 9: Magic’s End →

Aya and Carrick Part 8: The Problem with Giants

A lazy sun rose over distant planes of Eastern Joyce and languidly dropped daylight across the seven kingdoms beyond. Despite the occasional war--often kicked off just to keep the soldiers on their toes--these merry kingdoms had coexisted in the pleasant harmony of free trade and open border crossings; seven rulers all united under the banner … Continue reading Aya and Carrick Part 8: The Problem with Giants →

Aya and Carrick Part 7: A Message Delivered

‘You look a little dishevelled to be a postman...’ Life had been rather difficult for Carrick the adventure wrung wizard. Tired, bruised and as magically absent as a dish towel, Carrick was trying his best to keep a positive outlook but life seemed to be poking him in the eye somewhat. Many moons ago now, … Continue reading Aya and Carrick Part 7: A Message Delivered →

Aya and Carrick Part 6: Jailbirds do Sing

I’m sorry you were arrested for kidnaping me,’ said Sunny, looking firmly at the cobblestone floor of the jail and avoiding the glares of her two new friends. Jumping back in fright as a metal teapot reverberated off the bars that separated them, Sunny caught one of the two prisoners performing an obscene gesture with … Continue reading Aya and Carrick Part 6: Jailbirds do Sing →

Aya and Carrick Part 5: Back on the Wagon

Nights of kinship, so underscored by joyous laughter, will forever become inextricably tied to the memories of a fading youth; between these misspent nights of carousing and falling off of chairs, lies absence, a darkening void of long forgotten--or otherwise equally repressed--memory. Scattered fragments of horrific recall that wisp past the vision in hazed blur … Continue reading Aya and Carrick Part 5: Back on the Wagon →

A Letter for the Mountain Troll

‘Well that was unexpected.’ Long ago a fretful king watched as his borders diminished with the frailty of a waxless candle.Dreading the eventual destruction of his capital, the king panicked and chose to form a small group of mounted scouts, in hopes that a system of quickly delivered correspondence could allow him enough time to … Continue reading A Letter for the Mountain Troll →

Aya and Carrick Part 4: Woodbrush tavern

Woodbrush tavern, a welcome respite tucked away somewhere along the scattered trails of the greater Firwood. The tavern, in some legends, is said to be a mythical bed and breakfast that will appear to many lost travellers in their greatest moments of need, these same legend tellers have also been accused of being unnecessarily melodramatic and … Continue reading Aya and Carrick Part 4: Woodbrush tavern →

Aya and Carrick Part 3: Why Wizards Hate Camping

Carrick was cold. In the windblown bluster of the small glade a certain wizard was beginning to grow stroppy. His time-battered robe was proving to be exceptionally draughty and, after four weeks spent travelling in panic, the patch lined material was beginning to resemble a brown quilt long in needing of a cleansing flame or … Continue reading Aya and Carrick Part 3: Why Wizards Hate Camping →

Aya and Carrick Part 2: What to do when trapped under a rock

‘Carrick…Carrick, we’re still out of water.’ The heat of summer lay heavy upon the morning like a very patient stone. ‘Come-on Mr.Wizard, magic up a stream or something.’ Aya whined as she lay slumped against the protection of a small bolder, she was a native of a nation drenched eternally by rain and was in no … Continue reading Aya and Carrick Part 2: What to do when trapped under a rock →