I was playing in a game.
Sitting on top of this mountain, when an Idea hit me.
Well, a
story really.
Here you will find such a tale.
I hope you enjoy it.
Arkadia A Druid's Tale.
The haunting cries of the oracles echoed through the air, a
desperate summons urging us to rescue the enchanted realm of Arkadia from the
sinister grip of the deceitful Dark Lord. The pivotal question arose: could the
young Druid truly harness her powers to heal a world plagued by this
malevolence?
As we winded our way through the narrow streets toward Arkadia's heart, where Belialz had directed us to confront the Dark Lord, an invigorating surge pulsed within me. The urgency compelled me forward. Without a moment's hesitation, I rushed to Belialz's side, tightly gripping my father's scimitar. Adonys prepared for the looming battle, his demeanor serious and unwavering.
Yet it was the Paladin—the embodiment of courage—who bravely stood at the forefront, ready to confront the monstrous threat to our very existence.
Luna, with her ethereal grace, guided me to the battle's epicenter. Upon arrival, an overwhelming dread engulfed me at the sight of Belialz crumpled on the ground, defeated. My heart raced, tortured by the fear that the Dark Lord still prowled nearby, a manifestation of darkness and cruelty. I hurried to Belialz's side, hands trembling as I employed the healing techniques that Moonstar had diligently taught me, gripping tightly to hope as I fought to save him. “What do I do now?" I murmured, grappling with the weight of uncertainty. "Where can I find the love I crave when it feels so distant?" Frantic, I yearned for answers to the swirling questions that clouded my heart and mind.
"It was no mere coincidence that Steve sent you to hear my story," Athinia spoke softly, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the sun began to rise from the depths of the sea. At that moment, I noticed Belialz approaching a quaint cottage, flanked by Adonys and Luna, his presence a blend of strength and vulnerability.
"You tore a rift between our worlds the night you and your friend sought to wield magic to summon your true love," Belialz declared solemnly, his eyes mirroring the gravity of his message.
"I need help from both your world and mine to conquer the new evil that threatens our lands," Athinia implored, her voice charged with urgency as she surveyed the breathtaking beauty of her vibrant surroundings.
"Sophie, if you look closely, you’ll realize you possess an extraordinary gift—the ability to nurture life in both our worlds," Athinia encouraged, her tone overflowing with hope.
With a mix of curiosity and awe, I glanced down at my feet. To my astonishment, I noticed the soil of Arkadia responding to my presence—flowers began to unfurl and bloom, vibrant petals erupting with each step I took, transforming the path ahead into a stunning tapestry of life and color.
Yet, our tale is far from over. Legend has it that when the
rift opened between our worlds, the Dark Lord of the Mist emerged, seeking
vengeance against those who thwarted him and prevented him from taking what his
brother deeply desired. The echoes of the past entwined with our present,
laying the groundwork for a battle that would ultimately determine the fate of
both realms.
Sequel:
Arkadia the Dark Mist
Legend.
Determined to reclaim her world, Athinia embarks on a treacherous journey alongside her loyal animal companions, who possess their own unique abilities and wisdom. Along the way, she encounters a diverse group of allies, each with their own stories and skills to contribute to her quest. Together, they navigate through ancient forests, desolate ruins, and treacherous mountains, forging bonds that strengthen their resolve against the encroaching darkness.
As Athinia delves deeper into her journey, she realizes that her own abilities are evolving. The process known as her 'Becoming' takes on new dimensions, revealing unexpected powers and responsibilities that both empower and burden her. Yet, the ever-expanding dark mist is not merely a physical threat; it carries a dark curse that threatens to envelop the very spirit of Arkadia itself.
With time running out, Athinia and her companions face countless trials, from fierce battles with corrupted creatures to puzzles that guard hidden truths about the land and themselves. The stakes grow higher as they draw closer to Draven’s lair, where the heart of the dark mist resides. They must uncover ancient relics, forge alliances with the enigmatic beings of the land, and confront their own fears.
As the battle against Draven and the dark mist reaches its climax, Athinia must make a choice that could alter the fate of Arkadia forever. What will become of her people if she succeeds in vanquishing the darkness? Can she restore the light and life to her beloved land? Conversely, what doom awaits Arkadia if she fails, and what sacrifices will she and her friends be forced to make in their struggle for survival? Her journey is only beginning, and the outcomes of her choices will ripple throughout the ages.
A Dream All Her Own.
"They have been told of your needs.” The woman says as she picks up the phone to call the two men waiting to hear when the writer of one of their favorite books comes in.
Mandy is not sure she should be in a club with men and women who look well-fit and beautiful.
Mark and Chris seem to be friends with the two men, and Mandy does not want to cause any trouble her first time in the club.
“I’m going to set a dungeon master outside the door,” Chris tells the two men and makes sure Mandy is listening so that she knows she will be safe. Come back to the club and let us help you.” Mandy heard Chris this time.
Soaking and letting the pain wash over her, Mandy can hear her cell phone ringing in the other room, but she does not care who it is; she wants to stay in the tub to soak away the pain of what happened that night.
Once she is dressed, she makes her way to the gate of her property. She sees that Michelle, Mark, and Chris are there and the two men who had hurt her beyond anything she had ever thought could happen to any human being.
I promise to keep everyone else out.” Sheriff Scott asked in an almost pleading tone, but the look in his eyes set off all kinds of alarms in Mandy’s head and body.
Sissy knew Mandy went to club Arkadia tonight and would know not to ask until she was ready to tell her story.
Moonstar watched as the clans started gathering the earth-tone wedding decorations and towards the barn doors that Adrian and Wulf had opened.
Moonstar knew it was time to enlighten the two men on what Mandy truly needed.
Wulf couldn’t help but pull Mandy closer and look up to see that Adrian had moved closer.
Her face wasn’t to be made up with makeup, so as soon as Mandy was dressed, Moonstar called Adrian to come to gather her up.
Adrian and Wulf, please stand.” Andy told them and watched as both men stood and turned to Mandy.
As Andy watched each man take Mandy in their arms and kiss her passionately, he couldn’t help but look out towards his wife and partners.
One Fine Morning, In
a Town All Its Own.
After witnessing the horrific murder of her only friend at the hands of her husband, Athinia makes a life-altering decision: she must escape the suffocating grip of her past and seek refuge in the rugged mountains of Montana. The decision is fueled by a desperate desire for solace and a yearning for freedom, pushing her to leave behind the twisted memories of a life filled with fear and betrayal. As she embarks on this journey into the wilderness, Athinia hopes to find not just peace, but a chance to begin again, immersing herself in the breathtaking beauty of nature and the promise of a fresh start.
Yet, fate has a ruthless way of disrupting even the most determined plans. Soon after settling into her remote mountain hideaway, Athinia's world is shattered once more when her ex-husband unexpectedly tracks her down, his sinister intent clear. Overwhelmed by fear, she understands that the safety she sought is once again slipping through her fingers. Unbeknownst to her, the danger extends far beyond the menacing shadow of her ex-husband; a network of others has been quietly observing her every move since she first set foot in Montana, laying the foundation for a new web of terror.
One fateful night, shaken and half-dead after a harrowing encounter with her relentless pursuers, Athinia stumbles upon a nearby farm, the only beacon of hope amidst her despair. Desperation drives her to seek refuge, and fortunately, the local community quickly rallies around her. This tight-knit group of farmers and ranchers, united by their understanding of the precarious balance between safety and danger, offers her shelter and protection, reminding her that compassion and solidarity can thrive even in the bleakest circumstances.
Yet, the situation is more complex than it seems. The men who have followed Athinia to her new life are blissfully unaware that the seemingly idyllic community they plan to target has its own dark secrets. As tensions escalate and the threads of truth begin to unravel, Athinia finds herself at the center of a tumultuous struggle. She must confront not only the haunting ghosts of her past but also the hidden threats lurking within the very haven she hoped to call home. In this gripping battle for survival, Athinia learns that beneath the surface of even the most tranquil settings, danger can lie in wait.
The Coffee Shop
As the sun begins to rise in late September, I find myself nestled in my favorite coffee shop, the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloping me. My laptop sits open in front of me, the screen glowing softly in the morning light. With a steaming cup of coffee by my side, I gaze blankly at the screen, struggling to clear my mind and ignite my creativity for my next novel. The clock has just passed seven, and this precious moment—my only time to myself today—feels like a rare gift amidst the bustle of life.
I have someone here with me, but my heart yearns to be in a cozy cabin nestled in the mountains, overlooking a serene lake. I dream of a peaceful alcove where majestic peaks rise behind me, while the vast, shimmering ocean stretches out before me, whispering the secrets of the sea.
Sometimes I dream of a cozy alcove, where a charming cottage loft is tucked away high in the branches of lush, green trees. The sunlight filters through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground below, and a gentle breeze carries the sweet scent of wildflowers and pine. It feels like a hidden retreat, a perfect escape from the world, where nature's beauty wraps around me like a warm embrace.
The cottage boasts a spacious open floor plan, allowing for a seamless flow between living areas. It also includes a unique garden bathroom, which is adorned with lush plants and comfortable natural elements, creating a tranquil retreat for relaxation.
I am facing the inevitable truth of mortality, just like everyone else in this world. Whether it comes through the slow progression of a disease, the sudden shock of an accident, or the gentle embrace of old age, death is a certainty that awaits us all.
Though many of us dream of eternal life, deep down we understand that immortality is simply not within our reach. The fleeting nature of life reminds us of our humanity, as we navigate the realities of existence and the inevitability of our ultimate end.
From the moment I took my first breath, it felt as if a dark cloud had settled over me, foreboding and relentless. Each step of my journey has been shrouded in challenges and hardships as if misfortune had carefully plotted my course. This persistent shadow looms over my life, and despite my best efforts, I find myself wrestling with its weight, longing for the light that seems just out of reach.
I should have perished on that fateful day, engulfed by the chaos that surrounded me. Yet, against all odds, it seemed that the gods themselves looked down with a hint of mercy, choosing to spare my life and weave another chapter into my story.
Only they have a deep understanding of the fundamental reasons behind the situation, possessing knowledge that eludes others.
All I know is that I am condemned to endure a relentless existence in hell, a bleak realm shrouded in shadows and despair. The air is heavy with an oppressive darkness, where echoes of suffering resonate endlessly, and the soul is engulfed in a profound sense of hopelessness. Each moment stretches into an eternity, filled with torment and anguish that claw at the very essence of my being.
As I navigated my childhood, my father took great pride in showcasing me as a reflection of his achievements, eagerly boasting to anyone who would listen about my successes and talents. His words were laden with a possessive affection as if I were a trophy he could display. On the other hand, my mother observed me with a deep-seated suspicion, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly whenever I looked her way. She seemed to believe there was something sinister lurking in my gaze—an unsettling intensity that made her uneasy, a connection I couldn't fully grasp. The tension between their perspectives created a complex web of emotions that I grappled with, feeling both celebrated and misunderstood.
For her, a profound sadness engulfed me, wrapping around my heart like a heavy fog. It left me with no choice but to either let silent tears slip down my cheeks or stare blankly into the distance, my mind adrift in a sea of memories and unspoken words.
I wonder what she would think back then if she had known that all the crying and staring I had done was because I feared what was done due to the trauma of being fucked at such a young age.
It certainly stimulates a great deal of profound contemplation, doesn’t it? The ideas presented encourage us to delve deeper into our thoughts and consider their implications.
While this novel may not stand as my finest work, it is, without a doubt, a story worth telling.
It creates a sense of accessibility in life, making it feel more within my reach and easier to navigate, at least from my perspective.
By immersing myself in the words and worlds created by other writers, I discover a comforting refuge from reality. It is my hope that the stories and reflections I craft will offer a similar sanctuary for someone else, guiding them to their own escape from the challenges of everyday life.
With this book, I dedicate it to all those who are like me and feel their world does not match who they are.
The Forgotten One
The autumn morning envelops me in a somber embrace, as a heavy blanket of dark, brooding clouds sweeps across the sky, obscuring the sun's warm glow and casting a muted shadow over the landscape below. From the comforting cocoon of my bed, I gaze out at the raindrops that dance wildly against the glass, tracing delicate, winding trails of moisture that weave intricate stories of their own. The gentle patter of rain against the window becomes a soothing lullaby, lulling me further into a state of blissful forgetfulness, tempting me to remain nestled in my sheets, safely sheltered from the chaotic world beyond.
Yet, within this cozy sanctuary, my mind races with a torrent of restless thoughts, each one echoing an insatiable yearning for a life that feels tantalizingly out of reach. The dreary weather mirrors the inner turmoil churning within me, amplifying the heaviness that clings to my heart like a persistent fog. I find myself longing for a life that reflects the peaceful and simple existence I have always envisioned—one where my worries drift away like mist over the surface of a serene lake, leaving only tranquility in their wake.
I dream of the majestic mountains of Montana, where I can picture myself awakening to the sweet symphony of birdsong filtering through the crisp, invigorating mountain air. The thought of being enveloped by towering evergreens, listening to the gentle whisper of a nearby stream, and observing the vibrant dance of wildlife ignites an indescribable sense of calm deep within my soul. I yearn to break free from the relentless chaos of city life, to find refuge amidst the breathtaking beauty of nature, where I can finally nurture a profound sense of peace within myself and reconnect with the world around me.
I crave a sanctuary where safety and ease cradle my existence, yet I feel ensnared in a body that aches and a mind haunted by the shadows of past traumas, swirling like dark clouds in a stormy sky. A lingering question tugs insistently at my heart: Will I ever unshackle myself from the torment that has so deeply scarred me, emerging into the light? Will I ever step into the life I have always envisioned, basking in the warm embrace of freedom and tranquility, finally able to feel at home in my own skin?
Coming Soon.
Arkadia The Oracles'
The Unwanted Little Witch Shifter
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