47. No matter how hard she pinched herself, Iona didn’t wake up in her bed at the Selson Academy for the Arcane. It felt like a dream, stumbling through the forest, almost half-naked, following a ball of light. Then she thought about Sahel and it seemed more like a nightmare. Despite the light’s insistence that … Continue reading Spiritum – Chapter Forty-seven →

46. Domition had overslept. He knew it the moment he opened his eyes. Usually when he awoke, the first bars of orange were just starting to beam between the skyscrapers outside the apartment, but this time the fake sun was already fully risen. He checked the time. Fifty-three minutes; that’s how much he’d missed his … Continue reading Spiritum – Chapter Forty-six →

45. A figure stood out against the darkness but Haldron couldn’t discern any features. He saw a shape: head, torso, arms and legs, but nothing else. And yet, it seemed so familiar. There he stood in what he could only think was one of the many tunnels he’d walked in his short existence. It was … Continue reading Spiritum – Chapter Forty-five →

44. After the throne room, it was back to walking for Llannaeia and the rest of the group. All questions went unanswered though, by that point, she’d be more surprised if they didn’t. They were whittled down until it was just her and the Chancellor. Their hosts still didn’t trust them. The feeling was mutual. … Continue reading Spiritum – Chapter Forty-four →

43. First, she felt the soft patter of rain on her face, then the pounding of her head. The darkness receded but Iona couldn’t see much, just a blurred mess of colours, mostly green but some grey also. Slowly, the blurriness subsided and she found herself staring at the canopy, a dark green net with … Continue reading Spiritum – Chapter Forty-three →