The Moon of Change
ISOLDE
She drummed her fingers on her thigh and shot the kind of look that would start a fire. Where is he. She fumed. He was running late; this was unusual for him, punctuality was Gethin’ thing.
War
The wizard, Syrdaes stood on the balcony, looking out over the city he was sworn to defend. His white hair swept back from his face.
Merlin Walks The Flame
#firstwrite Behold, a piece by 10 year old me that I found at the bottom of a box while I was cleaning out the porch. Thought I might share it here on Opuss, because, well, why not. Haha.
Wizardly Bill
Wizardly Bill sang a song in his head,
A song he had heard while asleep in his bed. He had been dreaming one of those magical dreams,
Where nothing quite ever is just what it seems.