Category: Fanfic

Whether it was because he was still angry over the news concerning Azalie or because he just didn’t want to make it look like he cared, Orphen hadn’t asked what Rai had said after he’d left the room. They’d made their way back to Hartia’s quarters in tense silence. Maybe it was the tension that…

Majic was habitually an early riser; when he wasn’t too tired, sunrises were his favorite scene. One of the good things about life with the Everlastings had been the room they’d given him: it had a large window facing to the east, so he could watch the sun coming up when he was still in…

“Be more careful next time!” Orphen surveyed Majic’s successfully executed destruction with what looked like a small amount of satisfaction before turning a hard stare on the boy himself. “You’re drawing in the energy you need at random. Focus! And if you ever try to take some from me again…” He left that threat unfinished.…

For a moment after Orphen finished speaking, the clearing was totally silent. Predictably enough, Cleao was the first to break it. “So there is a beautiful girl trapped in a Tower,” she said, snapping her fingers. “And a red dragon, too.” Orphen frowned at her. “Majic said the same thing earlier. Why does that mean…

After Summoning: Year 736 The hallways in the Black Tower were unusually crowded for that early in the afternoon. Krylancelo moved around students and teachers alike, impatient to reach his destination. He wasn’t late yet, and he didn’t plan to be. Not when Azalie’s waiting for this! His fingers tightened around the scroll he was…

It was dark and there was no pull of gravity, which was a telltale sign. I’m dreaming. Majic felt light; he was flying… no, falling… The darkness was actually rushing past him at a furious rate, propelling him downward with that same force. He was going to hit the ground in a moment… any time…

“It’s perfect!” At the sound of his foster sister’s voice – loud enough to even cut through the music produced by a good-quality discman – Majic Matthew Rin shut his book and looked up through the front window of the car. I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone call a rented cabin perfect before. All…

From ‘A History in Sorcery’: Year 000, The Division In the ages before time began as we know it, the world rested in a state of balance. The Lands of Light and Dark, and the Land of Twilight which separated them, were at peace, for the two great Towers and the holy Temple which stood…

It wouldn’t do; that much, Majic was certain of. The feat was physically impossible; with the amount of junk Cleao had accumulated, there was just no way. The contents of their pack were not going to fit in the drawers the inn had provided. Majic sighed. It was unfair that he always had to take…

“You’re done!” Cleao bounced over, clasping her hands behind her back and beaming at the pot in front of Majic as if it were the most exciting thing she’d ever encountered. “See?” she said brightly, turning her attention to the boy himself. “And you didn’t think it’d be ready in time! You have to learn…