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The first light of the sun woke Fian. He stretched out comfortably in his bed, savoring for a moment the warm light streaming in through the window. Yes, the last few weeks had been strange, in a way. Or had … Continue reading →

Dear chroniclers, There are stories that seem, at first glance, like casual chatter over a garden fence. Only when you lay the sacred texts of the wolves beside them does the shattering depth of what transpired reveal itself. Consider the … Continue reading →

Dear travelers, There is a curious thing about stories … Sometimes they do not change because a new chapter adds an answer. Sometimes they change because a new chapter asks the same question a second time. And yes, you may … Continue reading →

Dusk was falling. Fian stepped through the door of his small hut and undid the straps of his basket. Holding it before him, he caught the scent of the fresh herbs once more. He loved that earthy aroma—hints of forest … Continue reading →

In the tavern “The Old Paw,” if you pass the fireplace on your left and take the narrow passage toward the leaded windows at the back, you will find a wall of dark oak packed with records older than the … Continue reading →

The bucket of spring water sloshed softly as Fian set it down on the wooden decking in front of the hut. His lower lip was split, his left eye was a swollen mass of blue and violet, and every rib … Continue reading →

Worthy travelers—have you come this far just to find out what happened after the forest lake? Well, who am I to deny such a desire to learn more of this tale? Take a mug of hot tea or meat and … Continue reading →

He sat by the forest lake … and self-consciously plucked softly at his lute, while she, paws clasped behind her head, lay comfortably on her back with her eyes closed, visibly enjoying the early autumn sunbeams. He looked at her … Continue reading →

They left the tavern. Fian walked silently beside her. “You know, choices matter…” the the white guardian began, gently placing a paw on his shoulder. “Yeah, that was stupid,” Fian muttered, looking down in shame. “There’s no question about that.” … Continue reading →