20 years later ********************************* The sun rose over the horizon, painting the sky in brilliant hues of pink, yellow and orange. Leaves glistened with the previous night’s dew. Dameral was just beginning to awake as the new day began. In the distance, the faint caw of a cock sounded; but Rhys had a more effective alarm clock. “RHYS! GET YOUR ASS UP NOW!” Silver eyes snapped open and Rhys felt his body jerk as his consciousness came back to him. He sighed; burying his face in his feather stuffed pillow. His body refused to leave the warmth of the blankets. Perhaps he could just stay there for a few more moments…. “RHYS!” He groaned and muttered a response. “I’m coming.” He yawned, kicking off the blankets as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. Rising from it, he crossed the room and pulled back the hanging curtain that separated his makeshift closet from the rest of the room. Grabbing his clothes-a pair of trousers and a white shirt- he threw them

The Lost Prince: Chapter Thirteen by flowerpower71, literature

Literature

The Lost Prince: Chapter Thirteen

The relief that Rhys had felt was short lived as the pain began to set in. “Augh!” He cried out, dropping the vase shard and cradling his bleeding palm with his non injured hand. He pressed it to his chest and let out a hiss through his teeth. “Gods! Oh Crux! That was not a good idea!” “You dummy.” Leela muttered under her breath as she skirted past her father and stormed towards the nagas. “Don’t just stand there! He’s hurt! Take him to Adhi.” “P-Princess-” Whatever Dako was going to say, he was silenced by a stern look from the small girl. Rhys silently watched this exchange in awe. Leela had been so quiet. Almost timid in all the time he had known her. Now she was exerting such authority. It was as if exchanging her peasant clothes for her princess ones had come with a change in attitude. Part of Rhys was ever so slightly wary of this change. Dako backed off and Bakari cleared his throat and once again took Rhys by the arm. “Come.” He said, leading Rhys out of the room.

MalRis Fluff by flowerpower71, literature

Literature

MalRis Fluff

Malchior heard him approaching long before he actually arrived. After knowing someone for centuries upon centuries, one tends to become familiar with the way a particular person sounds when walking. The hinges on the door at the top of the stairs screamed as it was opened. Malchior made yet another mental note to himself to do something about that. He knew he wouldn’t though. He had too much to do to worry about squeaky door hinges. Footsteps bounded down the stairs and still, Malchior did not turn. Did not give his visitor any sign of acknowledgement. Such was the routine. “Maaaaaaaal.” Arms wrapped around the mage from behind. A face nuzzled itself into his neck. Wisps of army green hair tickled his cheek and he detected the faint smell of pine and smoke. Clear signs that his visitor had just returned from being outdoors. “You know I detest that nickname.” Malchior lazily flipped the page of the large, ancient tome he was reading. A half smile pulling at the corner of his

The Lost Prince: Chapter 12 by flowerpower71, literature

Literature

The Lost Prince: Chapter 12

The Lost Prince Chapter Twelve: Blue Bloods “Rhys? Rhys!” “Rhys can you hear us?!” “I think I saw him move!” “He’s waking up!” The voices began to become clearer. No longer sounding like he was under water. Rhys forced himself to open his eyes, only to immediately shut them as the world began to spin once more. “Easy there.” “Give him some room to breathe!” Rhys forced his eyes open again. The world didn’t spin this time and he breathed a sigh of relief. As his vision began to focus, he realized two things at once; he was on his back lying flat on the ground and Una, Aerin, and Morven were hovering over him. “Are you alright?” Aerin asked, her face contorted into one of worry. “I….I think so?” Rhys answered; though it came out as more of a question than a statement. He propped himself up on his elbows and was paid for this action in the form of the world once again beginning to spin around him. “Easy.” It was Una who spoke this time. Rhys felt hands- her

The Lost Prince by flowerpower71, literature

Literature

The Lost Prince

Prologue The Night A Kingdom Falls Screams and shouts echoed throughout the stone walls of the castle. Venali’s ears rang and chills raced throughout her body. Her breathing was reduced to quick labored breaths as her bare feet silently slapped against the icy floor as she raced down the hallway. Tears stung her violet eyes as the shouting around her turned to screaming. Screams of fear? Pain? Anger? She couldn’t tell. All she knew was that people she cared for, people she loved, were probably being killed right this moment and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do to stop it. She shoved that thought out her mind and forced her body to run faster; adrenaline helping to carry her. She kept her gaze straight ahead and turned left’ ignoring the splattering of red that now covered the symbol of the Kaella family crest. She told herself not to look at it. Not to look at

Test by flowerpower71, literature

Snippet from Greek God Story To be Named Later by flowerpower71, literature

Literature

Snippet from Greek God Story To be Named Later

Many, Many years ago, the Gods of Olympus ruled the lands. Mighty dieties with supernatural powers and abilities. They were worshipped by mankind. Temples and statues were erected in their honor. Songs and stories were written, telling the tales of their conquests. Offerings made in their honor. For centuries, this continued on. They were all powerful. They created and ruled the very earth. The skies. The oceans. The stars. The heavens. No one could stop them. No man could defeat them. Until one day, Man did. There was a man by the name of Orpheus, who loved his wife, Eurydice, dearly. He loved her as much, if not more than any man could l

Beautiful Ghosts pt3. by flowerpower71, literature

Literature

Beautiful Ghosts pt3.

21 Years Later The ale warmed his insides as the liquid made it's way down his throat. Esterel let out a satisfied sigh as the last of the dregs disappeared into his mouth and he sat the keg down. His single- still functioning- eye swiveled around the tavern and he felt the ale settling in his stomach as he took in the atmosphere of the place. He had been to The Exotic Elixir multiple times ever since he'd first arrived in Kaella. Though, after taking an unintentional twenty year gap, he had only recently began returning. A few things were different. Esterel expected as much seeing as so much time had passed. The tables and chairs were dif

2 3

6 Next