There’s something oddly charming about meeting and getting to know people you have no reason to think you’ll ever meet again. We may only have stayed for a little more than a week, but that was enough to get to know them. If we ever meet again, I hope I’ll be able to show them the same courtesy they did for me.
For now, though, the adventure continues!
We’re walk...
2025-08-04 12:00:05 +0000 UTC View Post“I see,” Mr Judge said, repeating himself.
“I can put a stop to that,” Kitty said, but there was no bite to it, not even any bark, it was only a silly little joke and Ester treated it like that by laughing.
Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Her hand flew up to cover her mouth and she stared wildly at the others partaking in this neat little chat, hoping against hope that n...
2025-08-03 12:00:05 +0000 UTC View PostThey found him in the lounge, as expected, seated besides the fire together with the young goblin he had brought in, a bowl of soup cradled in the goblin’s hands. Wrapped up in blankets and furs, Ester almost couldn’t see his red-nosed face at first.
She noted with some curiosity that although the good chair she liked had been moved from its usual spot, Kitty wasn’t sitting in...
2025-08-02 12:00:05 +0000 UTC View Post“Sounds good! Great work, Hum. It’s amazing you were able to convince him without even—”
Ignoring whatever Lion was saying, Ester went over and burrowed herself in Gravy’s arms, who knew her well enough (because she had done this so many times) to just hold her instead of asking what was wrong and other ungood questions. He was good to hug for that reason, but he was also big an...
2025-08-01 12:00:10 +0000 UTC View PostBy the time they had arrived at the castle, Ester—by her friends called Hum—felt entirely certain that fish-guy was almost probably definitely the one mentioned in the message she’d received from the Hyrru-Ettric Archjudge’s proxy, SirFloorBed. At least, she thought so. If that wasn’t really the case then she’d maybe absolutely feel even worse than she already did about rea...
2025-07-31 12:00:09 +0000 UTC View PostThe four of them share a look. Have I mentioned that I’m terrible at lying? Or maybe that came across just now when I totally fumbled this interaction. Classic Lo Fennrick, can’t talk to save his life. Why the heck did Lett agree to come along? Maybe he enjoys watching a guy mess up everything he does? Yeah, that might be it. Garath, too. Always the same—
The swordswoman punches the...
2025-07-30 12:00:04 +0000 UTC View PostLett is still sitting right there, so I remember that I—and anyone else listening—should probably talk out loud. “Stop being so dramatic,” I tell him. “I deal with being human everyday! You don’t see me going all limp over it.
“Yes I have,” Garath mutters, almost inaudible beneath the snow. “I saw your memories. Shall I recount the times?”
I remember Let...
2025-07-29 12:00:05 +0000 UTC View Post“I’m not sure if I can?”
His gaze burns holes in my skull.
I shrug. “We can try, I guess?” I put my hand on his chest. No chest hair. As a matter of fact, aside from the hair on his head, he has no body hair. Sure, there’s the eyebrows and the eyelashes, but nothing else. It’s how I’d expect a model to look, sure, but now that I’ve actually got it in front of...
2025-07-28 12:00:09 +0000 UTC View PostHm. Odd. This sensation… Very strange.
Garath. Analysis?
<Once, I knew a dragon with excellent
skill in removing only certain parts of a
a goblin’s brain. Perhaps those abilities
might come in use for you now?>
You make an excellent point. Unfortunately, I am too far gon...
2025-07-27 12:00:07 +0000 UTC View PostBy the time we go in for a landing, I’ve got a bunch of altered skills, and Lett has gotten maybe two or three hours sleep in total. A pretty productive night, all things considered!
Among others, I spent some time working on the peel skill, the rat summon skill, the—
Hm? Hey, Garath, where’s the city? This is just an empty field!
<...This is unprecedented. 2025-07-26 12:00:06 +0000 UTC View Post
HUMAN 3: You’re leaving already?
Pathetic Coward: I must.
HUMAN 3: Sure, but… Okay, listen, I don’t know how much sense this is going to make since it’s coming from me and all, but, like… I was there, right? I saw what happened. You weren’t, so you don’t know how it was actually like. This was… Shit, I suck at this. Fuck, wait, I’m not supposed to swear in...
2025-07-25 12:00:07 +0000 UTC View PostHeyo! With the thrilling conclusion of book 5, here's a more streamlined, less difficult (and secure from deleting due to publishing) way of reading the books. Enjoy!!
PS: pardon the comic sans but this is the one true way for this story to be consumed and my publishers are COWARDS for changing the font
2025-07-24 21:11:38 +0000 UTC View PostBlood compass wasn’t working anymore.
Bloodless? Dead? No, not dead. Never dead. Bad compass. Foul thing. When opened, it was found that the little vial was empty. No blood. But when vial was smashed against floor of carriage, strange smell erupted, like milk or flowers.
Gross.
Replaced it with other vial, vial for finding Sythe. Still moving. Sythe, sti...
2025-07-24 12:00:08 +0000 UTC View PostI grab the child box and exchange it with the god of hope box, switching their places. And then I look at Lett. Hmm. It isn’t very obvious, but… Yeah. I can tell that it’s working. The love and trust I have for him is increasing, growing stronger with every moment I spend in his proximity.
Silently, I switch the boxes back. This… could be dangerous. On the ...
2025-07-23 12:00:07 +0000 UTC View PostOne thing I really should have considered before we set out was to ask Rice for the map. No, better yet, I should have made a replica of it long ago. For some reason, I never even considered the idea that Rice might not come with me the entire way.
Now she’s gone, and everything feels bittersweet.
If only to distract myself, I direct my attention towards the scenery passing ...
2025-07-22 12:00:06 +0000 UTC View PostSpinning on my heel, I stomp over to where Rice is and grab her by the shoulders. “Rice, we need to go right the fuck now or I’m going to start doing things I’ll regret.”
She squints at me as though she’s never seen me before in her life. “Prince, what the heck have you been up to since we last met?”
“I had a conversation with a dragon. Unimportant.”
My feet touch ground, real ground, and I watch in mild curiosity as Garath’s body, still bowing, his chin pressed into the dirt and mud, splits perfectly in half. Two pairs of folded wings emerge from the slit, pure white, shimmering like woven dreams in the pale moonlight. And once they’ve emerged fully, they fold out, massive and bright, covering up the black sky with ease. The skin begin...
2025-07-20 12:00:14 +0000 UTC View PostThe dirt beneath my bare feet is soon replaced by soft, squishy mush. I can’t feel it, though. My feet simply pass through the must to instead step on the ground.
How does this even work? What logic governs this whole thing? I don’t understand.
Once I’ve arrived at the dragon, I turn around to find that the rest of them have failed to follow me. But I’m not worri...
2025-07-19 12:00:08 +0000 UTC View PostThree votes for killing the dragon. Wow, this is way simpler than trying to undo an apostleship!
Except I’m starting to note a few dissenting views. Glyph, Lett and the goddess are all the very picture of uncertainty. Especially the goddess seems torn, which is odd, since I think I can remember four-winged dragons essentially being the enemies of all godkind. Unsuccessful...
2025-07-18 12:00:11 +0000 UTC View PostAll the way until the fifteenth of next month, ish! I don't really remember the exact date but something like this. Sorry about forgetting to continue to do the dailies, I got distracted by something quite interesting.
Y'see, I've been cooking up something brand new. A new story! I've even got a few chapters written, but not enough to start publishing. We'll see when it starts coming ou...
2025-07-17 15:07:12 +0000 UTC View PostI try to grab him but my hands slip into his chest and out his back but he’s okay, he wasn’t hurt at all. Except now he’s lying behind me on the ground, panting and fearful. I reach out to grab his shoulder but my hand slips through. When I look at it, my hand shimmers and the moonlight is passing straight through it. Beyond the translucent palm of my hand, the face of Rice contorts in co...
2025-06-20 12:12:33 +0000 UTC View PostPrimary mission: completed. Dang I’m lucky.
Let’s see if I can stretch that luck for a moment…
Reaching down, I check if Lett will allow me to take his hand. He doesn’t pull away. Nice! I love holding warm hands. Lett’s hand is very small, but it’s still nice to hold.
All of the soldiers are looking at us oddly, but they’re too uncertain to move. I kn...
2025-06-18 13:04:52 +0000 UTC View PostFor a moment, Kitty continued to hold him. Then, he leaned out, wiping his tears, though still not standing up. Remaining on his knees, Kitty affixed Lett with his gaze. And in only a single moment, Lett knew that he was no longer being looked at with pity or worry. Kitty’s eyes were clear, genuine, and as hard as rosilver. “Why wouldn’t you speak to me?”
Lett felt small. He was a...
2025-06-17 20:55:15 +0000 UTC View PostLett had always been good at pretending. When he was younger, his favourite game was pretending to be a dragon, and his brothers would pretend to be kings and knights out to slay him. Sometimes, he would go a bit too in-character, and he’d refuse to die. Then his brothers would tattle on him and the game would be over before it had turned fun.
This time, the game wouldn’t end so...
2025-06-16 11:08:39 +0000 UTC View Post“No,” I mutter. “No, you can’t—”
“Charge!” someone behind me cries, and now the soldiers are back on their drakes, spears brandished and ready, moving with all the grace and intentionality of seasoned warriors. All heading towards the downed dragon. All heading towards…
I notice a gleam among the cavalry that haven’t attacked yet. Arrows. Bows.
... 2025-06-15 10:46:32 +0000 UTC View PostSmoke, now. I smell it. It’s artificial, oddly enough, like what I’d imagine burning paint to smell like.
“What is that smell?” Glyph asks from the back of another drake. Her sword is drawn, even though the church is still many kilometres away. I could answer her, but right now, I don’t want to talk. I don’t even want to be here, honestly. Why didn’t I stay with Lett? ...
2025-06-13 10:52:12 +0000 UTC View PostThe garden was on fire. It was very pretty. Purple flames licking at grass and bushes and budding flowers to leave only soot and ashes behind. Even the smoke was purple, rising up into the heavens to join with the clouds. The snow hadn’t even had time to melt before turning into steam and floating away. Snowmen and snow forts and a so-called igloo were all gone.
“The ho...
2025-06-12 13:01:22 +0000 UTC View PostI stare at him, feeling my mouth slowly slack open. “Ah. Um…” I look at the others comprising this merry gang. There are several hundred. No… There are only several hundred. I sigh to myself. “Can this wait? Preferably until after we all get killed by the dragon herald?”
“Oh, no worries, Fennrick! I wasn’t planning on anything of the sort. Frankly, my all...
2025-06-11 16:23:28 +0000 UTC View PostI have now been waiting in this damn field for the better part of two hours. Sundown, she said. Twilight, one might call it. And yet, the sun is down, and where is it?
It is taking every inch of willpower I have—which is not a lot of inches—to not begin painting the ground red. Because, as you might recall, it’s snowing. The snowing actually picked up quite a bit in the last hour, s...
2025-06-09 10:35:54 +0000 UTC View Post“Thank you,” Jolene said, deftly hopping onto the side of the carriage in-motion before handing Grandma’s reins to the guard. “Please feed drake, water and munch. Pardons.” The door to the carriage creaked open and she stepped inside, some unseen hand closing it behind her.
As she had assumed, the carriage was indeed entirely dark inside, with all shutters drawn and the king sat...
2025-06-08 09:40:11 +0000 UTC View Post