Zaphyrian Valley, a port of serenity, faced impending war. Commander Berengar, a beacon of hope, led a valiant defense. In the heart of battle, he stood unwavering. Despite adversity, he made the ultimate sacrifice, vanquishing the enemy. Berengar's legacy lives on, etched in the valley's spirit....
Once, I was free, filled with hope. Each day was filled with the promise of something new and exciting. But the terrible accident changed everything. It was like a thunderous explosion that shattered the serenity of my existence. Nightmares twisted reality into grotesque shapes, becoming haunting...
He courts her, kisses her, and makes her believe she’s worth something. Thanatos is her saviour, or is he?
I don't really post oneshots here all too much anymore, but I wanted to share a thought I had whilst taking a break from novel writing. Please enjoy my stream of cons...
A short story about a dream made by a fourteen years old boy living on a small island. The dream he had is of an ordinary day. Then why. Why is it that wonderful to his eyes?