Sir Jaroc, the light under the shadow. Jalten Short Stories #11

"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

Alan, the master duelist and House Lair. Jalten Short Stories #10

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

Ōval, the blade of the king and the last Charitar of the south. Jalten Short Stories #9

"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