Interesting
View all tagsThe halls of the witch’s home were dim, filled with the earthy scent of herbs and candle smoke, the shelves lined with all manner of strange bottles and charms. It was a place I’d come to so often as a boy—when Celine and I would run from the village and hide away, whispering of the quests we’d one day take, the monsters we’d one day face.
The Grand Hall of Concordance stands silent, though filled to capacity. I can smell the anxiety in the air - a mixture of human sweat and the subtle acidic scent my kind emits when tense. Two hundred years since we last gathered like this, demons and humans in the same chamber, and the weight of history bears down on us all.
Lena discovered her gift—or curse—on her 25th birthday. Whatever she dreamed came true, materializing in the waking world with alarming precision. At first, it was exhilarating. She dreamed of a promotion at work, and the next day her boss called her into his office with good news. She imagined reuniting with her long-lost childhood friend, and a week later, they bumped into each other at a coffee shop.
The air inside the abandoned warehouse stank of oil and decay. Shadows sprawled like claws across the walls, cast by the dim, flickering lights hanging from the ceiling. Officer Laura tightened her grip on her weapon, the faint hum of its charged core vibrating against her palm. Every creak of the structure set her nerves on edge. She wasn’t here for some small-time smuggler. Mira, the Nyanrian weapon dealer and a wanted intergalactic criminal, was cornered inside. This was no ordinary bust.
I first noticed something strange after I started taking the meds. The doctor had warned me they might take a little while to kick in, so I didn’t think much of it at first. But there was this weird pattern. Emily always seemed to leave right around the time I took the pill.