“My brother has created a paradise for himself and all Guardians after all, then? And that small girl must be Barnama’s daughter,” Atricio thought to himself. He had been watching Lucio from his cauldron using that enchanted flea as a beacon for a few days now. Continue reading “A New World: Darkness Descends”
It was a gorgeous summer night in Lucio’s meadow. The horizon was still a light orange from the sunset, but a bright full moon beamed proudly over everyone. Aurora, Lucio, and Lothlorien were settled near the front of the Magician’s cottage, just past the stream that ran through the spongey grass and purple flowers. Continue reading “A New World: Genesis”
“Easy, Lothlorien! It’s alright, you’re safe here!” Aurora shouted while she and the other Guardians in Lucio’s meadow jumped up and whinnied. They pranced in every which direction shaking their heads, trying to rid themselves of the vision of another Guardian killed by the Atrumnus. Continue reading “Before the Island: Rise of The Atrumnus”
“That woman tried to throw her own baby off that bridge?!” screamed Aurora. She tried to stand up in the wagon, but the motion only made her do an angry waddle in her seat. “Why would she do such a thing? How could she have brought herself to do it? What-” Continue reading “Before the Island: Renato”
“Christopher is dead.” Aurora’s words echoed through the tiny room, leaving behind a dreaded, deafening silence. Continue reading “Before the Island: Rescue”
Island of Treomynd 