The scent of seared meat and spices greeted Caelynn, Lincon, and Dayne as they returned to Elyoniem. They entered the common room to find Collin in the kitchen, julienning fresh quiver root. The dining table was already laid out with an assortment of dumplings, stuffed leaves, and cheeses, and judging by the numbers of bowls, pots, and pans along the counters, they were just the beginning. Continue reading
“Target has changed.”
“Don’t break cover, but we’d appreciate it if you could slow them down a bit.”
“They’re coming out armed. Local forces are taking fire.”
“I’ve got people down!”
Standing in the mission control center, Dawn’s Light director David Evans kept his eyes glued to the holodisplay as he watched the battle taking place half a world away. He clenched his jaw and forced himself to remain stoic as the blast from an energy rifle took down one of their most powerful magic casters. Continue reading
The brittle pages lay within a small chest: tucked away in a nook of a cave buried under rock and snow. The entry starts and ends with a flowing, handwritten script in an unknown language — apparent notes about the printed text entries that make up most of the pages. Continue reading
“Come on, Em,” the young woman told herself as she stood at the entrance to the History Campus. “You’ve been at the Academy for nearly six years now. It’s only a different department — not another planet.” Her nervousness was to be expected, though: as Government and Public Administration student, she’d never had need to come to this part of the Academy and so in a way it did seem like a new world. Em consulted a map on her tablet and made her way toward the History Department library. Continue reading
Kit Elstock had already wrapped up everything on her schedule for the day, but the evening would bring a round of social obligations that came with being head of the Archeology Department. She believed this time it was a reception at an art gallery intended to woo potential corporate donors. But while the status and pay of being highly placed in the Athae Academy meant she had a comfortable life, Kit missed the actual work — the exploration and discovery – of archeology. And so instead of heading home to freshen up and change into a fancy gown and thoroughly impractical high heels, she remained at her desk examining two incredibly rare samples of pre-human text. Continue reading
Thelios 