Read my stories: delve into worlds of wonder and magic
I walk and I walk A destination I cannot see; I look and I search A remnant does not exist. I breathe in and then
There was once a madman A ruler of the stars God of all which is forsaken. There was once a man wearing a crown Withered
She was born small. It was a curious feat; for a Star Dragon to be born small was unheard of. But then again, no one
Dan was sitting on the front steps to the Polaris, forearms leaning against his knees as he glared at the drained star in his hand.
“I think we’re in Hazen,” said Jamie. He‘d climbed out of the bush they’ve landed in, and was now standing beside Dan. He pulled the
“Mama used to tell me a story, you know,” Dan said, panting. “When I was little. About a star that hanged a little too low
