Grujik

The cruise vessel known as Apollo’s Chariot passed through the outermost reaches of space, blazing the trails of stars as its namesake suggested. It was the utmost in top of the line ships and had cost the Captain of the fine vessel a pretty penny. The Captain was on the deck right now, in his striking dark blue uniform. There were buttons made of brass running along the single breasted suit. It seemed to add to the grace of the Captain, not to say he didn’t hold a natural grace as well. His name was Grujik Harrow. He was a Tidasian, one of a race of Lupine people that evolved from the planet Tidas’s strongest predators. The

“What in all the hells?” The king addressed to Raikel and I when we’d returned from our voyage to the catacombs. “There are two of you? What sort of strange magic is this?” He continued. “No magic, but apparently we just played a game of ‘the prince and the pauper.’” Raikel stated boldly. “You mean, you aren’t Raikel?” He pointed to me with an unsteady finger. I was still a bit shaky from the fight and it would doubtless be days before I would be at my full strength. As it stood now, I had a bandage wrapped around my head from a severe concussion although, quite miracul

I followed the mage back to a small break in the rock inscribed with a rune that looked familiar to me, like something I’ve seen in that tome that I had procured not too long ago. He said something in a language that I did not recognize. The stone became bright along the crease where the symbol had been carved and slowly receded before sliding to the side. He waved me in and said another word. Torches lining the walls of the small bungalow came alight. I gave a whistle of approval and set my bag down on a finely crafted table made of stone, inscribed with another rune. As I looked around, I saw that everything had the same rune. Even th

I was prepared to walk out of the city, accompanied by a guard. It was the one provision the king had to me leaving the city. He said he was for protection, but I knew he was there to keep me from running off. He wasn’t the trusting sort that was for certain. It wasn’t but a few hours when we had reached the border. I had but one issue. I had no idea where the caverns were. I closed my eyes and reached out, not like one would physically, or even mentally. It was as if I was reaching out with my own aura, seeing another before me. I walked towards the aura, faint as it may be, hidden in a lake of evil aura. I remember in the letter

I had decided upon leaving my village for a little while, to go to Thyme for a few supplies, mostly magical in nature. At first Kalithe was unsure about me venturing out into the world without him, as he’d saved me more than once. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come along?” He asked me worriedly. “I’ll be fine Kalithe. You should head back to your village; check up on your friends and family.” At that moment, the horse drawn wagon arrived.  I stepped onto it, waving goodbye to my friends out of the window. I heard the sound of reins snapping and a “Hyah!” as we got moving. I felt the

I started to sleep once more, back to that dimension that seemed to be the bane of my nightmares and malice. This was different, however. I couldn't feel myself. I was unconsciously looking over a village, like some sort of overseer. I didn't know why I was looking over this one; maybe it held significance in my lost memories. The townspeople were going about their business as any other day. Then a dark aura crossed over. I couldn't explain it, as visually nothing had changed, but I felt it, like a burning sensation all over my body. I heard a scream break the air and I looked around for its source. I found the townspeople huddled around a co

I looked up at the sun, evenly over us; it was about noon or early afternoon at this point. I was getting pretty sick of all of this walking. My feet were starting to get sore. We still had about another three miles or so until we got to the stronghold. I put my hands behind my head, looking up at the expansive sky. It was not too cloudy out, so I could see what looked like and infinite and ethereal blue that moved around me and ensconced all that was visible. I still felt like it was a bit cold out though, as if it might rain, though the possibility was slim. I let out a sigh and sat down on a stump, rubbing the pad of my paw. I didn't wear

Kalithe and I had managed to take refuge in a small tavern. He was allowed to stay inside, but they had a strict policy of 'No slaves inside'. That's the only way we could make it into town was to pass me off as a slave. The Stravingat weren't enslaved; they were considered a free species, but us Kriesan? Well, to humans, there are two kinds of Kriesan, either the enemy, or the enslaved. And right now, I was deep in the role of the enslaved. I never did figure out why my people were forced to live in such abhorrent conditions. All I knew was that it was wrong. For any race to be subjugated was a great atrocity that shouldn't be allowed to pro

There was a loud cry of battle and the guards looked around for the source of the yell. I saw a shadow move over them. I saw no Kriesan, just the shadow. The guards were frightened, that much was obvious. One threw down his weapons. "I yield!" He yelled. The man was a coward. The other guard cursed and did the same. The rest of the guards were at the front gate, looking for whatever had caused that bang. The figure landed in front of the two guards and I could see that it was obviously Kalithe. He walked past the two guards without a word and went to my cell door. The iron bars were no match for the big Stravingat. He tore the door off and g

I remember falling asleep in that cell on that bed I made out of straw and cloth laying around my cage. I fell deep into a dark world of nothingness brought on by my rest. I looked around, down at my hand and it was as if I had entered another world. I seemed to be all there was, but as I completed the thought, the words moved around me. I realized at that point I was in my subconscious. Images started to flash around me. I couldn't seem to make sense of the bits and pieces of them. I started to focus and looked a bit closer, seeing that they were in fact my memories, the ones I've experienced so far from my release from that prison to my eve