"We're not so different, you and I," Thorald said as he fixed his brown feather-covered cape. "Your people are almost like mine. Both of the same origin, yet different from one another,"
"The sun is rising," Calin muttered to himself as he took a sip of his wine while leaning onto a stone railing. He stood at the mountain of arma, at the highest tower of the great castle of Talros, his family. He had lived here his entire life and the castle has been the home … Continue reading The Gates of the East. Jalten Short Stories #4
Osval glanced at all of them, before walking out from the room, without saying a word. Gods, look upon us at this hour of need, he thought.
"Is this justice? Is this truly an act the Gods see as right? If it is… I must be blind" Mehron gazed upon the frozen valley of Aronailos with a deep expression of grief on his face. His long white hair wobbled in the sharp and cold wind and his silver skin glittered in the … Continue reading The pain of Mehron, the grand warden of the north. Jalten short stories #2
Lord Zylron," he said, breaking the painful silence of the room, "I didn't expect you to arrive this early,"
After Zylron lost his leg, his life turned darker than it already was. His father abandoned his son, for he would never be a warrior, thus, making him worth nothing to him. His family despised him even more and his only friends were far from his home.