Celestine-Nova

“It shall be then, when the bear is king no longer, the lion shall come forward and take back what is rightfully his.” ------------------------------------------ Euthoria A place of magic, happiness, and home to many mythical creatures of any sort. Magic is the very life force in which everything was and is created from. The first signs of humans in Euthoria appeared around the year 200 E. This was called the Nerin Age, the first recorded age of human history. In this age, humans began building small communities and quickly learning about the magic of Euthoria. Primitive yet inquizitive, humans began learning of magical creature

It was that time of the year again. Projects being due, tons of homework piling up, and cram schools filled up to the max with desperate high school students signaled only one thing. Finals. If there’s one thing that most (if not all) students in Morioh High School could relate to, it was the stress of studying to do well in Finals Week before summer break. (Name) supposed that the reason there was so much stress was due to the fact that a lot of people waited until the week before finals to study. Luckily, (Name) was a good student with high grades in all of her classes, only needing to study for an hour or two a night. It also helpe

“It shall be then, when the bear is king no longer, the lion shall come forward and take back what is rightfully his.” ------------------------------------------ The stars twinkled above the branches of the oak, maple, and pine trees of the forest (F/N) and Arthur were currently in. They had managed to escaped Wildacre, and hadn’t stopped to rest until then. Making sure they were in a secluded spot and couldn’t be seen, they made a fire and ate in silence. As (F/N) ate, she thought about what Lady Ginese and Lord Hendrick had said. They had called Arthur “Your Highness”, and that Ludwig and Gilbert had said

“It shall be then, when the bear is king no longer, the lion shall come forward and take back what is rightfully his.” ------------------------------------------ A few months had past, and (F/N) couldn’t be anymore content with life. It was now near the end of winter, frost still decorating windows with its intricate designs that none other could create. Working at the bar had made (F/N) step out of her shell, and let her true personality show. No longer was she very timid, but quick-tongued, sharp and smart. These traits had been picked up from having to deal with drunk patrons at the tavern, but (F/N) was still a gentle so

“It shall be then, when the bear is king no longer, the lion shall come forward and take back what is rightfully his.” ------------------------------------------Rays of sunlight flickered through leaves and branches of ancient and large oak trees lining the small path through the forest. Wildflowers dot the ground in an array of colors and size, along with small bushes and rocks. The temperature was warm and through the canopy, the sky seemed to be partially cloudy. It was the perfect day to take a walk - or escape, in this case. How long had she been running and quickly moving through the forest away from her home? (F/N) wasn't

The human spirit needed places where nature had not been rearranged by the hands of mankind. But sadly, they would destroy the natural beauty of those as well, trying to create the perfectionism in the concept of beauty in their minds and in the process,  killing the true beauty of life around them. But there wasn't anything anyone could really do except push their existence into hiding. The land that was once full of magical beauty and wonder went into hiding. The faeries that once thrived in luscious thickets and tended oh so carefully to them had been long gone, residing deep within mountain woods or if they were lucky, another thicket th

"Alfred....I'm scared." "Don't worry babe, the hero's got it covered!" You heard him stomp his foot and the once dark room lit up. . . . . "Man, I knew these Sketchers would come in handy!"

If we are able to be born again It will just be a sign, so let us wind up and it's fine. A long thread is bound between the pinkies that we own Having it stay where it should, let's tighten it good The sound of tinkling laughter filled the frosty air as footsteps crunched the fresh autumn leaves in their path. You had been leaning against Arthur’s arm, giggling at the fact that he was trying to get a leaf out of his eyebrows as you two got out of school. He finally did, and huffed at you for laughing. Your laughing ceased to quiet giggling, quickly pecking his cheek as an apology. He blushed slightly redder, already pink from Jack Fros