TideTender

The sea wraith waited by the abandoned ship patiently. Around him, the ocean was full of life. Fish swimming here and there, catching food and silently talking amongst themselves with a mixture of swimming movements and fin flicks. The wraith watched all of this, sometimes letting out bubbles of laughter. A fish stopped by a greeted him by swimming around his head. The wraith lifted a webbed hand and ran a finger over the fish's scales. "Hello there, little one. And what might you be doing on this glorious day?" The fish wasn't doing anything in particular, just swimming around and enjoying the water. The two of them had a short conversation

The words are scribbled in rapid succession. Every letter is perfect, every phrase correct. One could not imagine such wonderful handwriting. Who does it belong to? How does it become that way? Questions that will never be answered. The page turns, and the words begin again, their form changing in the slightest of ways. The spirit looks on with blinded eyes, its hand scribbling rapidly, covering so much with so little. "I am the one who governs the  recording of history. No human shall ever read, nor be able to comprehend this handwriting, nor the words. For if they do, then they must be whisked away and their mind taken away from th

Hinan looked around in confusion. This was nothing like the clearing in the forest that he had been in when he laid down to sleep after the tribe made camp. This valley was filled with golden wheat plants, swaying in the breeze. They created a golden ripped with every powerful blow of the wind as they bent downward. In the distance, he could see something in the ground. A hole? It looked like a hole lined with lava. Black dwarf-like creatures stood around the edges of it, as if they were about to jump in. Instead, they were looking at him, and beckoning him forward. He put one foot out, and started walking towards them. He knew that he shou

I suppose this is the way it should be. Yes, this is definently the way it should be. For the good of all... This is the way it should be. Me, an outcast. Separated from the rest of the tribe. If everything is to be okay, and I'm not to harm anyone, this is the way it should be. Oh, hello there. Forgive me for not introducing myself. My name is Hinan. I'm an incubus in a tribe of elemental spirits that travel the Earth. You may be wondering what a freak like me is doing in such a tribe, and how I even fit in with the other spirits. As for how I got here, I don't remember. All I remember is waking up in a strange forest, with the spirits o

It was a very mellow day for Loki. He was laying across his bead with green pants on and a green shirt to match. He was studying a newly acquired grimoire, his feet raised and gently kicking the air above him. He turned a page and his eyes widened slightly at the discovery of a new enchantment for some sort of talisman. He scanned the rest of the page and discovered a spell for forming mist. Loki scanned the incantation once, instantly memorizing it. He waved his hand once, tiny green sparks flying, and uttered the incantation perfectly. Within seconds, a green mist began lining the roof of Loki's room and slowly advancing downward. Loki loo

The first few moments of the next day went by surprisingly fast. I said goodbye to my family, put my suitcase(which was just some clothes and empty voodoo dolls stuffed in my backpack) in Jason's mom and dad's trunk of their car, and waved goodbye to my family one final time before heading out to Void Hall. The ride wasn't bad at all. His parents were nice. They asked questions about me, my puppets, and my family. They got strange looks across their faces when I told them that my mom and dad were normal people, while my grandparents were the magic-users. They abandoned the subject after I told them that. Then they talked more about themselv

The spirit jolted upwards, feeling that sensation in the air. Yes, the all too familiar feeling of that time of the year. The spirit got up from its spot under the trees, and made its way to a nearby clearing in the forest. It gazed upwards into the atmosphere. Yes, even the temperature confirmed that the feeling was correct. It turned its head to the shadows and noticed many yellow eyes staring back at it. The spirit nodded and spread its hands wide. Even now, though the final day was far away, it could feel the veil growing thinner, inch by inch. October was here, and soon the day for spirits and monsters to wreak havoc would arrive.