Penrif sighed into his hands. There was simply no other way. He had spent the entire night trying to find another way. But no matter how he looked at it, whichever way he cut it, it was just not going to end well. They’d want his feedback in the morning meeting. The admirals and … More Dawning Realisation (From the Archives)

  Xeen remembered those days, before all this. Before the power started going.  Before the food began running out. Before before. A time when he would run in the street with his friends, scales glinting in the suns double glare. When he would be accepted into the world. When he was part of the community. … More Halcyon (From the Archives)

  Zeleth held the Orb in his hands, gently brushing his thumbs across the clear glass surface. Inside, the green light of the Uneltro followed his thumb like a pup would follow its master’s hand. It seemed so strange, something this small could hold so much power. A knock at the door. “Leave me,” Zeleth … More Control (From the Archives)

“You have to be calm!” Fretr yelled over the sounds of the storm. Above, lighting cracked overhead in the dark heavy clouds. Henni could feel the rain start hitting her cheek.  She was the storm. She could feel its power thundering through her veins, taking her mind away from the ground and upwards into the … More Restraint (From the Archives)

Leaneé kicked her heels on the edge of the wall, watching the city rumble below her. Night was already falling over the City of Katrough, taking with it the warm red of the day sky and replacing it with the gentle purple hue of the night sky. Against the city lights below, Leaneé couldn’t see … More Futility of Wishes (From the Archives)

“We’re all the same, under our skin. The same hearts beat, the same souls speak. Just because one is mechanoid and the other is carbon, does not mean we are not equal!” The speaker’s voice rang out across the square, dampened by the heavy rain. Fabia paid him no mind – even though she felt … More Small World (From the Archives)

“Justice,” Grall whispered into the ear of the corpse, sliding her dagger from the body with ease. She dropped the body, which had once been Sitter Trin, on the floor. It flopped on top of the other bodies, the other Sitters, that she had dragged into the centre of the floor. “Is served,” Grall said … More Justice (From the Archives)