Games From Folktales

My first memory of Achlys is of her handling me an apple. I knew who she was, although my memory had been erased a few weeks earlier. My master had let me make some notes, before the erasure, and although he had censored them, he only obscured five passages. I used to wonder a lot…

The faerie queen began to kneel before us. Our minstrel’s song was crushing her, binding her in, and her physical form sagged under its metaphysical weight. Through constricted lungs she choked out a final question: “Why are you doing this?” Achlys answered her. “The strong do as they will. The weak do as they must.”,…

Oh, I didn’t really choose my name.  I know many young magi do, as their first act of independence. They stand with their new robe and hold up their shiny sigil before the Tribunal and say “I am called Maximus Magnus!” and we laugh, or politely sigh and then after a few years they discover a…

The Mirarion was a fiction piece I started last year and has stalled due to my health issues. I do hope to get back to it eventually. This was my first shot at a beginning. I think it’s too slow, so you’ll see the proper beginning next week. *** He asked me what I remembered…