In a cottage on the cliffs beside the sea lived a witch. She brewed potions, wrote spell books, and helped cure the sick. One day, she became very sick. Everyone marched in a line to her cottage and gave her presents of soup, herbs, and hand-made gifts in hopes that she would quickly recover.
The witch was very happy that so many people cared about her, but she knew she would not get better. So, she decided she would give away her books, her potions, and her cures to the nearby village. When people came to give her gifts, soup, and herbs, she made sure each person left with a gift, until only one person was left. He didn’t have a gift for her, and her home was empty of gifts. Read the rest of this entry »
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“Do you really think that will make everything better?” Genadio asked the young boy who held a shaking knife level with his bare belly. “Just do it. If you can’t do something decisively, do not say you will do it, or you are a coward.”
The sobbing, filthy boy looked up defiantly at the old man who spoke so to him. “You don’t know what it’s like!” He spat. “You don’t know how I feel!”
“I never said I did. I said do it, or move on.” Read the rest of this entry »
It was the tail end of winter, and the world outside the round-topped metallic skyscraper was dreary. Far below, miserable farmers began to churn their patches of earth in preparation for spring. No seeds would be planted yet. It was far too early.
Within the high tower’s warm walls, Norrin unlocked his son’s bedroom door. The boy had been gone for ten years now, and made no contact with his father at all. Even Norrin’s wife urged him to clean out the room so they could rent it out. Read the rest of this entry »
Continued from Enric’s Graduation.
Flames crackled, and screams echoed. Enric could only stare and beg for Elmer’s release. “He didn’t do anything wrong!” the boy cried hoarsely. “Let him go! He only made medicine!” The boy struggled against a hundred hands that held him back and turned his face to look up at his teacher. His tears fell freely as he watched the only man who fed him, clothed him, and cared for him dance uselessly over flames that were igniting the man’s only coverings.
Enric could see the blisters forming on Elmer’s legs, and began to struggle. Read the rest of this entry »
Continued from Elmer the Alchemist.
Elmer’s sense of unease grew. Something was very wrong. “Enric, stop.” he called quietly as he looked around. The trail that seemed so familiar now seemed very alien, as though the area itself was warning him. He couldn’t find anything outwardly wrong.
Enric slowed to a stop and looked back. “What, Master?”
“Nothing, let’s keep going.” He didn’t know why he said that. As Enric went on ahead, Elmer heard something to one side. He slowed. He wouldn’t be heard over the cart and donkey if he stopped walking. He was sure now that he was being watched. If Enric could just get past the trees, the boy might be safe. Read the rest of this entry »
Enric grunted as he lifted the massive basket of herbs. The heavy load made his back ache, and he had to struggle to keep it upright. “Master Elmer! Hold the door please!” he begged as he approached. From the doorway, Enric’s youthful looking, long haired master looked up. He smiled and held the door open. His wide sleeves hung from his slender arms, and made the man look almost frail.
“I told you to only fill it halfway, Enric.” he scolded gently.
“I didn’t want to make more trips than one. You’re going to teach me that pain-killing potion today, aren’t you? I want to start learning it fast!” Enric grinned broadly. “I might even need to use it!” He laughed. Read the rest of this entry »
I had to repent. Mama always told Papa to repent when he did something wrong so that he could be forgiven. I did something wrong, so I had to repent now. The evidence scattered the floor at my feet. I began to run away from the scene of my horrible crime. I had to get away first, so that I could properly repent!
I stopped when my legs hurt, and I looked around. The town all around was bustling, and people hit me a lot. They must have known I was a horrible, unforgivable wretch. I let them, and slowly walked along the long, crowded road to the west. The sun was going down behind the grand church, and it looked like it had a halo, just like the saints did.