When I closed my eyes at night, I could picture the alter I had at my house for Aurora. Making sure to pray hard and ask for my travel to Myra to be a safe one. I wasn’t entirely sure where I was even going but I knew that if I kept going in the …

I watched from the periphery, my heart pounding like a distant drum in the midst of the swirling Desert sands. It was another day in The Caravan, a group of adventures chasing legends and riches. Not really a place for a woman unless she had the intention of being a merchant. At least, this is …

“If I wake up in this wretched jail cell one more time, I swear I’ll lose my sanity!” Fanatic grumbled to himself as he struggled to rise from the uncomfortable straw bed. “And that relentless crow—can’t it just leave me in peace for one day? Even in this cell, I can still hear it incessantly …

“Arthur is acting strange lately” or “what happened to Arthur?” seems to be the talk in the neighborhood. And they aren’t wrong to wonder. Truly, I can feel it crawling inside and out of me. Day by day, something hasn’t been right. Something was beclouding my serenity. First, it started with the thoughts. They were …

The weather was divine, right on time for the start of the week-long Festival, eagerly anticipated by all villagers in Myra, and especially by The Caravan. The Caravan was a large nomadic tribe composed of multiple traders and adventurers. Theogart was the leader of the itinerant clan, and his young daughter, Esmeralda, was a respected …