“Well if it isn’t Joanna’s little shadow.” “There he goes again, Joanna must be looking for him.”  “Hello little one!” The voices echo in his head as he closes his eyes. Home. ...

Sometime in their youth... ---- There's a soft rustle in the dungeons. Wind enters in through a crack in the wall, causing some of the moss to shudder as it whistles and howls. Water drips from the ceiling at a slow, methodical pace. Still water surrounds the center of the room, resting quietly in an unnatural groove cut out through years of decay and old war machines. It looks partially deliberate, though, as if part of it were some part of an old trophy room. Broken bits of gl...

Jay has never hated knowledge more in his life than he did right now. His jaw ached still. Occasionally he'd work it gently, trying not to clench his teeth in response to the pain. With a scowl, he wished he could've gotten his teeth on the damned thing before it fluttere...

Reina rears in response, tail thrashing in agitation as the books take flight. "They're enchanted! There must be some sort of trigger." she huffs, her eyeline skirting a...

Bugs belonged on the surface, Jay thought, not a few hundred feet under the ground. And they most certainly did not belong in every single orifice he possessed!  The buzzing was overwhelming every one of his senses, blinding his vision and deafening his thoughts. He couldn’t hear, couldn’t think, struggling to formulate his way out of the shitty situation he found himself in. Was it the wrong corridor he’d slip...