"Masila: After the Battle" by natasha_nguyen The storyteller seemed to smile again. It was hard to tell, when her face was almost entirely hidden by the rough material of her hood. "Ah, you younglings. All you want are tales of light, of golden heroes, of triumph over evil. Beings who become so warped by tales that they are transformed into creatures of utter perfection. You want glistening statues of heroism and good endings that finish so peacefully and dramatically..."
Spells, Secrets, and Snowberry Tea: Part One A small pet's laughter could be heard from the snowy valley below. Bells jingled every time a shop door was opened or closed. The green, red, and white lights reflected off the perfect ocean and onto the ships that were docking. Such a lovely morning... so why was she troubled?