The streets were too crowded. All around him, the folk would roam and chatter, zealous in their own preoccupations. He had many of his own; due to them, his focused eyes pierced every single figure skeptically. Merchants, laborers, artisans… Every single inconspicuous individual could be a threat. There could be…

She loved the wind. It would always strike her body mightily, but never make her falter. In fact, it made her feel alive, free. It was like if she could let herself plunge and then soar in its capricious currents.  The winds were what truly commanded her vessel, as imperious…

The sails loomed proudly over the cliffs and shore, endless smoke tainted the air due to the inferno that struck the depths, her foes meandered woefully on the distant temple tops, and the shattered remains of an outstanding beast laid scattered onshore. There was only one thing that would have…

She screamed, crying out for him. His body tumbled down without resistance into the pit, right under the gaze of a being she had considered sacred. Her lover did not manage to rise to his feet as the queen of the hive leaned closer, lowering a few of her uncountable…

Both crawled slowly towards the nearby edge, wary of the growing light and the echo of distant voices. The core of the hive was almost as big as a valley, yet as uneven as the wildest of waves. Below them laid uncountable open cavities and chasms, over which loomed the…

A scream, a rush of air, then a loud splash. All that disturbed the eerie silence of the deep caverns. The murky waters were struck fiercely by two figures that plummeted from above. The woman was smart enough to lean her body sharply, letting her legs be the first thing…

The time had come. He had always thought that he would die in one of two ways, either in glorious battle against another mighty vessel, or old and alone in his deathbed. It turned out it would be neither. It was truly strange. He pictured himself struggling to the end…

She thought that those lizards had been the worst the island had nurtured. Of course, she was wrong. How could the gods have created such nasty abominations, she did not know, but she would demand an explanation once she died to a blade or cannonball. There was no way she…

The sight of such a horrid death numbed his mind and body. It took a while for the hissing of the lava and the laments to fade, yet he did not manage to escape his daze much. While the natives overcame their grief and pledged to keep seeking their god,…

Pain, it was coursing through his body. It was a sensation he knew well. Such familiarity overwhelmed his dazed mind, bestowing him a dream that felt all too vivid. The memory was both dreadful and bittersweet. As he laid cold and beaten, he mistook aching for famine. He felt small,…