Short Story

Laytu, sighed, closed his eyes and focused his mind, trying to sense the area, and get a deeper understanding to what he felt, and why it was so Familiar to Kel’Shal’Ma, the great connection of his kindred, that brought all their minds together as one, sharing information, memories, and emotions. Laytu could find no answers, without being there in person, however, he felt a dark presence. Psychic power is one’s will made manifest, the stronger someone’s will the more fierce and bright their presence is, this creature for being so mighty instead capable of closing itself of to others minds with a powerful degree. Laytu feared for the future, those souls on the Armitage Ascendant, may be in a great deal of danger more than realized, however time would tell, and if this dark presence perceived any ill intentions on their allies, he and his kin would be there to stop it.

“I’ll have 6 eggs, a big glass of orange juice, a banana, and some oatmeal please” said DeSean “ You’re one crazy kid” said the female bartender at IHop. “Yes ma’am, I might be crazy ,but ready for football this morning” DeSean responded swiftly. The bartender responded almost immediately saying “Damn right, hope you do well this morning, I’ll have that food out real quick honey”. DeSean waited for less than 5 minutes before chowing down on over 1000 calories. He exchanged some words with the bartender and he was off to football.

The island of Satus was unlike any other. The island was a once a place of happiness and joy, until the people on Satus became greedy. The Dark Mountain contained the most gold anyone had ever seen in an island, but the soil inside the mountain contained the evilest particles known to man. When the miner from the Village of the Lost, a city near the mountain, found out about the gold, they mined the entire mountain on the inside making the mountain one giant cave.

He entered a light, which became a barren landscape. Through leafless branches, he saw a smaller light deep in the trees. He walked toward the light until the shadows of distant trees became several people waving to him. As he closed the gap between the shadows and him, the landscape collapsed into a tunnel of light and darkness.

The nets played off some design, creating a space within space, filling in the net with dancing images of electricity, spanning, heating, and shifting the atmosphere so that even those on the core, the Holy Grounds, were able to see the stars and moons as they wish. Developed from the philosophy of ancient medieval geniuses, the security nets were charged by the excess hydrogen being sifted through the atmo synthesizers.

But there were many angels who did not go with them, and among them one he knew. The enduring presence that once had lain upon the embed wascanonized and luminous, but his reins found out his northern among all the

" The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed sombre under an overcast sky – seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness"

The wind roared, ripping at my jacket. Beyond the sides of the chasm, I saw nothing but a hazy gray glow. Below was no ground—just darkness crisscrossing the void.

“I fell,” Madge answers through gritted teeth, clutching her calf tightly as she blinks out tears from her eyes as quickly as she can. It was just her luck that she’d fall off the wall like a complete idiot right after being told to quit. Maybe the odds really weren’t in her favor.

Allanon clued everyone in on what they’d seen and heard from other druids and witches in the area as soon as they arrived. “The hunters arrived this morning. They have brought with them ten trackers and are now searching for you and Tegan. As far as we can tell, they are in an uproar over Beorn going missing too. So far, they do not know he has jumped from their side. The dark ones are going on the assumption that we have done something to him.” He pushed his thick, blond hair back. “We are hoping they keep thinking it. If they know you are helping us, I believe all bets are off for the humans as well.”

As the orange light receded below the horizon, a tall, willowy figure stood gleaming into the gates of an abandoned hell. The pale white light of the moon seeped through the thick dark green canopy, illuminating his pasty face along with the heavy set iron gates. He gazed into the thick oblivious void of the sky, lost in its starless beauty. Glancing down, he noticed intricate networks of cobwebs hung delicately from the rusting bars of the gates, obscuring the view of the dark building looming ahead.

Mother kisses the top of Clem's head and calls for Dad to bring her school. He sets his newspaper down and gets up. He walks over to me and kisses me on the forehead and grabs my hand, giving it a firm squeeze. This is an odd gesture to me seeing as affection is not necessarily allowed in our city. Apparently it is a form of self-indulgence, which is frowned upon in Rauhallinen.

To come full circle, in the far right quadrant we find a helpful angel along with another individual. They appear to be pulling the first horse upwards towards the heavens. Only in this section can the viewer see the light out of this dark, chaotic scene.

The air rippled in front of us. A circular entry appeared—a swirling gate of golden noise like a caged animal incensed, seething, rattling for its supper—and Queen Arianna and Zander spun toward the sound. I stuck my hand into the portal, my fingers appeared in the landscape beyond, casting shadows on the grass next to their silhouettes. Taking a deep breath, I prepared to plunge. But instead of leaping, I was blasted back—thrown head over heels—and landed in a heap on the marble floor. Black smoke poured from the shrinking crack in the cosmos and the whole castle filled with a smell like rotten eggs.

Emmanuel turned to the engineers and surveyors. "I want you to put Dawn there." He traced the horizon with a sweep of his hand, then turned into the wind. "There is where Eden will be!" Again he turned, stepping on a log. "There will be, Excelsior!"