When the dawn comes, the dark will fade.
A darkness which was engulfing and omnipresent, which filled the sky, the sounds and smells of the world around, will be shown as an illusion to the great flame which rises in the sky.
Author: Nascent Ederren
Fantasy novel writer and storyteller.
Sweet dreams.
I had you when I woke up this morning. Just as you had been there every morning for all of these years.
A greeting, most welcome, to help start the day. Excitement and an embrace at the end.
Stormy weather.
The day was slow and solemn. I woke to the sound of rain ushered by a gust, carelessly shattering the raindrops on anything it pleased. Remorselessly it came and went and did as it pleased to rain and tree alike.
Dawn to dusk and back.
Upon the shoulders of Gods came man to the world.
Nurtured by nature and hardship, and inspired by acts and deeds of those far greater, he poured his being to grow.
And grow he did in words then deeds, in bravery and stoic form.
Some other.
A stand must be made, to face the corrupt
The right and the wrong, the us and the them
When neither will bend, so will violence erupt.
The Ederren 