The final tale of the Great Warrior Meletek

I crawl into bed hungry, a gnawing ache in my gut. Soon my heavy eyelids give a final blink, and I am falling through the veil of dreams....

The hard rain had stopped, but the mist lingered. Peony checked her basket as she rushed through the damp ferns. Everything was there,...

Looking up at the ceiling, Imran counted the cracks for the 23rd time that night. He hadn’t wielded the spark in quite some time, but as...

The knife erupted out of the dirty man’s hand with a small thunderclap. The man didn’t even have time to look down as another clap...

The sound of breaking glass put an end to the quiet conversation. A bloodied young man – no more than 18 – was on his hands and knees...

It wasn’t quite the sound of hooves, but it was a gait nonetheless, and Bouda Heatherwing knew that there was something – someone – new...

Trailing slowly behind the rider, Gem could hear the ruckus of the town, the same melodious sounds she had just enjoyed, die out as the...

The shadow stretched out in front of the rider, shivering on the baking earth. Gem narrowed her eyes, but she knew it in her gut that...

The cracked dirt of the horizon rippled in the heat. An expanse forever away, the small town of Krell could never comprehend the infinite...

Curtis often feels hollow. But why?

Drosselmeyer has always been a peripheral character in the tale of the Nutcracker. But now, here is his story.

The origin story of Reverse Centaur's Smirk, written and performed by Grant Stoye.