A Job for a Decayling

“Good day, Flamebearer.” It was a rare feeling for Retvik to seem so small and insignificant. The chair and desk he was sitting at were perfectly normal in size. The desk and chair in front of him were insanely huge. To fit a being that was at least triple Retvik’s size. “Uh… good day, ser…” … Read more A Job for a Decayling

A Late Hospital Visit

Lysar tutted as she flicked through a glossy magazine. She never really understood who read these rather unsavoury tabloids, normally written by gossiping Skyavok or Cassian Temthans, but there were always tons of them in waiting rooms across Rethan territories. This waiting room was particularly quiet, but that was because it was late in the … Read more A Late Hospital Visit

Fuzzy Memories of a Distant Past

The Mess was where everyone ate. What the twelve Guardians ate was different, each being would eat according to their own specific diets, but the squeaky clean hall complete with benches and magically refilling buffets, complete with magical glasses that never needed filling up. And then, when everyone was done, everything would be magically cleaned … Read more Fuzzy Memories of a Distant Past

Recordings and Uncertainty

“Play that again for me, please.” Teekay did as he was told, scrolling back through the recording and hitting the play button so his queen could view the audio again. This was the third time Teekay had replayed the recording, and each time he hadn’t heard anything. This room wasn’t very big, and it was … Read more Recordings and Uncertainty

Mourning in the Void

Retvik sighed as he sat on the small, metal bench, staring off into the void. There was nothing out there, apart from the occasional glimmer, and a glowing spot in the distance. He wasn’t focused on anything, he was just blindly looking outwards, trying to clear his thoughts and work out what was going on. … Read more Mourning in the Void

Disorientating Orientation

Retvik grunted as he rolled over, not really wanting to wake up. For the first time in ages, he was genuinely feeling comfortable and well rested. He was in a very soft, warm bed that was plenty big enough for his muscular body, and he could smell nice food nearby. Sure, he’d had a nightmare … Read more Disorientating Orientation

After the Storm

Kairos sighed as he brushed dust and rubble off himself. Underneath him were the battered bodies of many a demi-god he had summoned to assist him. There were probably about ten beings here, most of them unconscious or just waking up. All around them though, there was nothing but rubble. Gazing upwards, the Whenvern could … Read more After the Storm