Mages of Myth - Book 3 Chapter 2Chapter 2Mages of Myth - Book 3 Chapter 2 by Narryaque
The moon shone that night as every night; however behind gray clouds in the village. Beneath the moon, there reigned gray purple clouds; beneath the clouds, it rained, it thundered and lighting struck.
The mages and the animals crawled into the cave they had found, and let the sound of drizzle and rumble lull them to sleep.
As his phoenix hid its head under its wing beside him, Phoenix dreamed…
…The fabric of his dream was a giant pillow made of purple velvet. He lay soundly on it as Sashae lay close next to him. Her head rested on his chest, and he stroked her long crimson locks. He held her hand to his chest and felt his heart beat under both their palms.
As she slept, Sashae felt tears under her eyelids, but she had a smile on her face. She felt something of an abundant peace in his arms. She felt safe and miles away from Ami…
Ami had done what he pleased with her. He used her, kissed her when she pulled away…
But here…here, she was with Pho
Loki stole the TARDIS (LokiXTimelord!Reader)Loki stole the TARDIS (LokiXTimelord!Reader) by BowtiesAreCool15
You closed your eyes and sighed, floating in your swimming pool. You were inside your TARDIS given to you by The Doctor a few years back. You met him in the middle of London, during the Dalek attack. He had used his sonic screwdriver on your fog watch that you could never really open. Once you opened it you became a timelord again. Of course both you and The Doctor were ecstatic. He had given you a piece of his TARDIS. It grew and got stuck as a red telephone box like the kind in The Matrix. Your time lord name was “The Hero” but if people didn’t want to call you that you would have them call you (Y/n).
Along with the TARDIS he gave you your own sonic screwdriver….and oddly enough a banana. He said something about it being a great source of potassium and to bring it to a party. You opened one eye as you thought you heard the doors open.
“Hello?” You called.
“Doctor is that you?” You called again, opening your other eye as well.
Narryaque: Pronounced, “nar-y-ock” [nair-ee-ock] rhymes with “marry lock.” Meaning from lost language: “Storyteller; to recall and tell i.e.: kiss and tell; raconteur; narrator.” Lost Language definition: “Word Sage.”|
~From my story, The Storyteller of Atrox Nox
I like to think of myself as magical. I'm crazy for top hats, I have a magician complex, and I write fantasy books (not published yet).
"If God gives you something you can do, why in God's name wouldn't you do it?" ~Stephen King