Jahanra's Writing Corner

  Chapter One      Outside a tavern in a small village called Midland sat a poor beggar man of quite an old age. Accepting coins from whoever gave him pity, but other than that, he kept to himself. The town folk didn’t know what else to do with the silent man and mostly ignored his stench.      It was a rainy day when the town’s witch came to the tavern. Dressed in her usually muted garb, she looked nothing like the old crone she should have been. There had to be a primordial power keeping her look youthful, for the old man had not seen her age since he was young. He didn’t know why she ventured this far from her cottage; she was not known to converse with many people in the village besides those who sought her out for healings or potions.      It was not a few minutes later that she stepped back outside, her feet covered in blood, holding the same black dagger the Master’s son had been sporting just a few days prior. The old man looked ...

 12.15.24 Sunday's writings: In a world of advanced technological and magical advancements, one group keeps their practice of ancient spells a secret. One day, they are discovered, and it leads to a fight. What is more powerful – old magic or new technology? The Fallen had only five remaining faithful members. Ash, Oak, Barley, Rum, and Star. All were apprentices under the Mages of Old, and now that the last of the elders had passed on - only these five remained. Orphaned and left on the snowy stairs of the College together, they didn't know if they were siblings by blood, but they were by rights. The Fallen was a secret cult, broken off from the new factions that rose today. Where the new mages craved to compete with mortals and their many new devices, The Fallen stayed true to the magic of their once-great ancestors. Ash had been gifted the name for their ability to control all things that can create fire and heat, Oak was gifted magic that could control all things that came ...