Hello and welcome to my library, my name is Midnight, I'm the author of these books, I'm a new writer looking to create a world that my readers can escape to and contribute to as well. The world in which these stories take place is called, Esthral, it is a world where magic prospers and the gods walk among the mortals. I hope that you join the many characters on their journeys through this world.
My Bio Name: Midnight Age: unknown Height: unknown Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Brown Occupation: Writer Relationship: unknown P.S. Sorry about all the "unknown"s I am trying to remain semi anonymous |
Here is a Preview of the first story: SOl's Story
My eyes flutter open from a gust of wind to see my mother’s face looking out over the endless field of flowers, her eyes full of sadness, a tear rolling down her cheek. I reach my arms up to wipe it away but can’t reach, she wipes it away dismissively and smiles at me, leaving no trace of sadness in her eyes.
“Good morning dear, did you have a nice nap?” she asks changing the subject. I yawn and sit up sleepily, blinking the sleep away.
“I did...why were you crying mom?” I ask looking into her pure silver eyes. She smiles wider and looks out upon the field.
“The flowers are so beautiful that they brought tears to my eyes my dear-” Liar “-it truly is the World’s Garden, all the flowers in the world can be found here.”
I stand up and turn around to help her up, but she is gone and the ground is open beneath me, cold fingers ascend from the abyss beneath me, wrapping around my heart and dragging me down.
I wake up with a start, the sheets stuck to me with sweat. I sigh as I run my hand through my hair and slide out of bed; it’s still night. Moonlight is cast out across my room. My bed frame is outlined against the stone wall, an oak dresser pressed against it with a table next to it, a belt laid on it, two daggers in their sheaths attached and a small pouch with a rune emblazoned upon it -- a sun with a broken heart in the middle. I open the top drawer and take out a black pair of pants, silver lines running up the sides with the same symbol on the right leg. I slide into them, putting the belt on and tighten it. I grab a plain black t-shirt and toss it on, leaving my feet bare as I open the door and close it behind me, heading out. I yawn, still half asleep, my hands in my pockets.
“Good morning dear, did you have a nice nap?” she asks changing the subject. I yawn and sit up sleepily, blinking the sleep away.
“I did...why were you crying mom?” I ask looking into her pure silver eyes. She smiles wider and looks out upon the field.
“The flowers are so beautiful that they brought tears to my eyes my dear-” Liar “-it truly is the World’s Garden, all the flowers in the world can be found here.”
I stand up and turn around to help her up, but she is gone and the ground is open beneath me, cold fingers ascend from the abyss beneath me, wrapping around my heart and dragging me down.
I wake up with a start, the sheets stuck to me with sweat. I sigh as I run my hand through my hair and slide out of bed; it’s still night. Moonlight is cast out across my room. My bed frame is outlined against the stone wall, an oak dresser pressed against it with a table next to it, a belt laid on it, two daggers in their sheaths attached and a small pouch with a rune emblazoned upon it -- a sun with a broken heart in the middle. I open the top drawer and take out a black pair of pants, silver lines running up the sides with the same symbol on the right leg. I slide into them, putting the belt on and tighten it. I grab a plain black t-shirt and toss it on, leaving my feet bare as I open the door and close it behind me, heading out. I yawn, still half asleep, my hands in my pockets.