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
IdolWe have always been able to imagine things. As children, we create “imaginary friends” so that we are not alone. We conclude that this is a mental defense, because we are social creatures, and are meant to not be alone.Idol by Narryaque
There is a story that argues a different conclusion.
Many centuries ago, there was a village that was lost to history. Its people possessed totems; objects that could channel energy from their thoughts, like a conduit. From these totems, an illusion would appear before them and act according to their thoughts. The illusion was usually a person or animal; something that had a personality and that could interact with the person that controlled it.
However, the control of these illusions, or “idols” as they came to be called, began to show their limits. Over time, the idol would say something or act a certain way that was not channeled from the holder of the totem.
There happened one such instance to one of the villagers. This was the first known oc
The Sleep-Imp's MessageHe appeared one night in my room. He asked me questions, as if we had been in conversation already. “Look around you,” he said. “What is the most significant thing in this room.”The Sleep-Imp's Message by Narryaque
I looked around my bedroom. I looked at my books, my collections, my lamps… I shrugged.
He sighed, but then patted his boil-covered hand on my bed. “What is this here?”
I studied him. “My bed.”
“ ‘My bed’ Are you going to say that three times? P’haps you’ll conjure something.”
I stared at him as he put his pipe back into his wide mouth. “Why is my bed significant?”
Slow smoke floated up into the air from his pipe as he stared at my wall. “Why is your bed significant? That’s just what a human would ask. Overlooking the more important things is all humans ever do—too caught up in their own insignificant lives that they don’t even think about wh
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).
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