Draft 2019.04.08.01 — The rain slowed to a drizzle as a 10-year old boy made his way out of the Filgore Valley. With the dense forest and vegetation behind him, he ran towards the burg

Draft 2019.04.08.03 – The winds were light as a small crew prepared to hoist down a longboat from the side of the Molly Red. A tall, massive cog ship made of oak, the Molly Red

Draft 2019.04.09.03 – The walk to Cornor didn’t take Josah long, as the burg was within the Southport borders. Pubs there avoided the Casselberry tariffs and scrutiny. As Josah reached Cornor Square, he paused. The

Draft 2019.04.10.01 -0 “Graybard! Graybard!” shouted Josah as he watched the seasoned soldier run through the thicket. Graybard ignored the call to stop. He kept running forward, swinging his sword to clear his way through

Draft 2019.04.19.01 – Graybard led the Evermore brothers from behind a large red barn near the village of Tuva. Home fires and torches outside dwellings pierced the darkness, making Tuva feel welcoming. Fences on either

Draft 2019.5.20.02 – Josah took a step away from the wall, still trying to hide his identity. Offering his hand, he felt an electric charge run through him when Evelyn placed her hand in his.

Draft 2019.08.26.01 — Evelyn twisted until Josah released his hold. “The only way you can rescue me is by becoming Michael John Mayweather again.” She stepped back, mumbling, trying to understand how a noble’s son

Draft 2019.09.08.01 — Caleb lit a candle, cupped his right hand by the flame, and made his way into the room. He handed it to Josah, as the others followed. “We’ll need a few more

Draft 08-01 – Josah sat on the flatten hay as the morning sunlight broke through the darkened barn. Ena stretched and walked over to Graybard, who awoke to the large cat staring at him. “Josah,”

Draft 2019.08.26.01 — The day before, while Bon Abbi was preparing for Luka’s visit, something else was happening. Theotello, a young apprentice Chronicler, sat on the front steps of the Meeda building in Northport. It

Draft 2019.09.17.01 — Traveling from Northport to Bon Abbi was challenging, but the landscape was breathtaking. Theotello, his travel bag slipped onto his right shoulder, gazed at the rolling hills. Wildflowers bloomed everywhere one last

Draft 2019.09.28.01 — Brother Sammil was never fond of the sea, especially the waters around Northport. The seawater currents made it difficult to navigate ships around the island. Two days of brisk winds, turbulent waters,

Draft 2019.10.5.01 — Three days had passed since Luka confronted Eva Marie. Having a Chronicler confirm she was the Lady of Bon Abbi threw him off. It would take time for Luka to respond. Graybard

Draft 2019.10.10.01 — The wagon from Bon Abbi passed a smaller road that led south of Lake Marablain. The trail was once used to harvest trees for the Midland walls. Today, it allowed travelers to

Draft 2019.10.12.01 — Eva gripped the side of the wagon as it approached Saith Saor. The clamor of the wooden wheels rolling over the bridge was enough to alert the guards. She couldn’t tell the