Caldren was lost. Walking along a ridge he consulted the weathered map in his hand. Up until this point the map was leading him unerringly towards the destination. He left his entire life behind on the chance that this map and the journal it was folded into were real and he didn’t know what he…
So I had this idea that had been percolating in my head for a while for a story and I always wanted to sit down and write it out to see what form it would take. I actually had a one note page with some idea snippets and overall themes and worldbuilding but never sat…
Prelude | 15 years ago CCaldren curled up by the fire as his mother settled into her customary spot in the old wooden chair by the hearth. Sleep tugged at his eyelids, but he fought it, as small boys often do, afraid he might miss something important. “Tell me a magic story,” he said, stifling…