It was a clear and starry night, and the buzz of the village had faded long ago to the soft song of crickets. Almost all of the lights in the windows were out, and a quiet solitude settled over the estate and its sleeping inhabitants. Continue reading “Before the Island: MoonStone”
It was a golden mid-summer afternoon, and Barnama went about his routine of chopping firewood for the next week. He was listening intently to the sound of his ax slicing through the wood, until the sound of crunching grass interrupted his wood-and-stone symphony. Continue reading “Before the Island: A Change in Plans”
Aurora sat on her cot in her dormitory. Her chin rested on her knees that were hugged up to her chest, while her eyes were half closed. Her hair was tied up in a bun with a brown piece of scrap cloth that matched her worst dress she only wore for cleaning. Continue reading “Before the Island: The Engagement”
Mid-morning sunlight began to peak through the trees as the day inched over a little hut on the edge of the forest. The rest of the village had begun its day several hours ago, but the hut remained still and silent. Eventually, Barnama emerged from its darkened interior and stood in the doorway. Continue reading “Before the Island: Barnama”
The sky was dark around the village, with most of its inhabitants sleeping soundly. For the castle servants, however, the day was just beginning. Wolsey crept through the castle corridors as they slowly started to glow with bright red light from the rising sun. Continue reading “Before the Island: Charles Wolsey”
The soft thudding of horse’s hooves on the dirt path were like music to Aurora’s ears, simply because they started to drown out her thoughts. She had been walking so long that all she could hear were the steady thumps mixed with soft chatter among the nobility. Continue reading “Before the Island: A Sudden Courting”
The village square was as busy as ever today, but this was not an ordinary day of buying and selling goods. Today was Midsummer Eve, an annual celebration to honor the longest day of the year. Continue reading “Before the Island: Christopher”
“So this is what the sky looks like,” Aurora thought to herself. “How long has it been since I went outside the castle?” She stepped through the gates and looked up. Continue reading “Before the Island: The Meeting”
Think back to your high school years, where there were very defined ranks among every student. You had the naive, timid freshmen contrasting the careless seniors, but everyone was divided even further into separate cliques based on personalities or interests. Continue reading “Before the Island: Aurora”
What do you think of when I tell you to picture a Medieval village? Do you think of castles with knights riding by in full armor and plumage, waiting for a damsel in distress fairy tale to happen? Continue reading “Before the Island: The Village”
Island of Treomynd 