Isemay > Writing | WritersCafe.org | The Online Writing Community

Fifty-nine

A Chapter by Isemay

The time she’d been given in the dwarf mine had come to an end far sooner than she’d wanted it to. Syreilla had stayed up all night talkin..

Sixty

A Chapter by Isemay

As unobtrusively as possible, Vezar opened a door in a city he’d once ruled over on the edge of Orileria. It still seemed to bustle with people ..

Sixty-one

A Chapter by Isemay

The elf with unsettlingly large eyes stared back at her and tilted its head slightly. Syreilla nearly jumped when she realized he was imitating her.&l..

Sixty-two

A Chapter by Isemay

Stepping through the door, Cyran inhaled deeply as the sea air washed over him. It was evening and the small copse of trees they were half hidden in w..

Sixty-three

A Chapter by Isemay

Syreilla woke on a peculiar bed of woven branches with a blanket of fur and feathers pulled over her. Rubbing her eyes, she sat up and looked around; ..

Sixty-four

A Chapter by Isemay

Cyran marvelled at the place his grandfather called home. Every surface shone with gold like the sun and the silken draperies in white and gold were d..

Sixty-five

A Chapter by Isemay

Syreilla had managed to climb carefully up to the wooden beams and she sat on them wiggling some feeling back into her fingers. The wood above her was..

Sixty-six

A Chapter by Isemay

Syreilla’s chamber was mostly bare when finished but Vezar had reassured the Divinity that she would be pleased. He knew that she preferred simp..

Sixty-seven

A Chapter by Isemay

Hevtos stepped back into the Rook’s chamber with a curious smile. He’d been looking forward to seeing the changes she’d made. Pausin..

Sixty-eight

A Chapter by Isemay

Kwes tried not to sigh as Amtalia climbed out of his bed.“I thought I’d be happy to have you stay, Kwes but you’re being a miserable..