My will is not my own...

Dropping her satchel behind the bar the girl stared over the remains of merriment from the shift before, the previous barmaid having left early due to an emergency and leaving the empty Inn looking as though several orcs celebrating a raid had stumbled through. Well, it was either that or she really didn’t want to clean up whatever the sticky suspicious substance was on the floor by the fireside, vomit that hadn’t been covered by sawdust towards the west corner of the room, right several tables… Continue

There was a chill to the air in the Port that day, the waves lapping along the coastal perimeter teasing toes of the girl standing on the shore. Peering into the rock pools protected by rocky outcrops she paused to watch the creatures that had been captured by the receding tide. Shellfish lacquered their glossy sides and depths, seaweed lightly threading tendrils to offer protection to a single seahorse in one that bobbed through the protective curtains. So many colours reflected in the sunlight… Continue

“Little one.. little one..” called the familiar masculine voice; soft and gentle, velvet and husky, honed through years of tales told to audiences through lands of old. “Little one.. little one..” it cooed, urging the girl away from dreams of golden fields where two children played, the image slipping to drown in a liquid tide of black that rose and engulfed all colour. Never could she see the speaker, never could she claim it when it had visited her before and tried to cup, grip a… Continue

The scent of something burning was heavy on the air in the Port that evening, coming from the direction of the cottages branching from the Firefly Inn and nestled along the edge of the bay. In the distance black smoke was seen billowing from a chimney and swirling into the purple-hued sky, windows of the cottage-in-torment thrown open as someone within attempted to expel more to sounds of crashing and cursing within. The front doors finally burst open where a rather bedraggled woman smudged in s… Continue

It was like flying high and twisting through the sky, a rush of wind and sunshine that buffeted towards such blissful happiness until but a face, a voice, a sound could have it all plummet into the dark abyss of moroseness and melancholy, cast aside in an oubliette where everything that offered any taste of beauty had to be expelled. Emotions were soaring and roaring to the extreme understanding forced to black or white rather than shades that dappled lullingly through the day, mood swings becom… Continue