Until the day her mother died. Maron had left the capital and crossed the continent of Charital. He was going to assist his ally, Thorald in his war against the rebels and during his months-long trip, his wife was...
The skies turned dark and blood began raining down as thunder broke out. Akretsu had arrived and he had started the battle against Amtor and Shinara, the Gods protecting the realm...
His home felt empty, cursed by some evil force and as he made his way into his family's castle, he learned the reason for this. His father sat on his throne, heartbroken and fallen into dark thoughts...
At the age of eleven, Zylron lost his right leg in an accident. This forced him to start using a staff to walk and the sorcerers claimed that he would never walk normally again.
Akretsu was defeated. The Lord of the Moon and Forger of Humanity, Amtor, had pierced Akretsu's dark heart with his blade of Stars. The darkness had fallen in the north, falling deep into the depths of the darkened mountains. Valnor had seen the flash of light above the mountains and he had been the one … Continue reading Shattering of Humanity. Jalten Short Stories #12
"Jal'es Aara... daerais jal... osol..." whispered a man, cloaked in a black cloak and dark armor. He held a strange-looking leaf on his hands, closing his eyes and kissing it with respect. He muttered his prayers over and over again. It sounded like he was crying for help. He then stood up, hiding the leaf deep … Continue reading Sir Jaroc, the light under the shadow. Jalten Short Stories #11
One more slash and the man fell. His blade sliced his chest open, leaving him coughing and crying on the ground, before fainting. Alan sheathed his blade once again and glanced around him. He gazed upon the cheering crowd and the high lords that watched him from the castle balcony. He glanced at them, bowed, … Continue reading Alan, the master duelist and House Lair. Jalten Short Stories #10
"We're done for today, Ōval," Maron said as he walked away from his throne, his legs trembling as he did. "Are you sure, your grace? I should remain by your side until the moment of your sleep," Ōval stated as he joined his king, walking out from the throne room. "I'm sure," Maron said and … Continue reading Ōval, the blade of the king and the last Charitar of the south. Jalten Short Stories #9
The wind sent waves of dust over the melancholic plains. The once green fields were now lands of corruption and death. Green had faded away and grey had taken its place. Instead of water, dark liquid flowed through the land, poisoning the very earth below. It was a wound, created thousands of years ago when … Continue reading The eastern lands and the greatest Warlord, Ukramon. Jalten Short Stories #8
"Raise the gate!" a guard shouted from the frozen citadel of Aronailos. Mehron walked with determination, staring at the raising gate with fury. His blood-red cape brushed the snowy ground, collecting ice and snow as it did and his hair moved freely in the wind, like the oaks during a storm. After he got inside, … Continue reading Darkness, who lingers under the ice. Jalten short stories #7