Poem, Sagas, Short story

Flowering fields of fortune.

Many times I had gone by those fields where fortune flowers. My wealth was noticed on the path and where those paths did lead. Continue reading “Flowering fields of fortune.”

Lore, Sagas, Short story, Weekend


These fields stood empty in the winter. A vast swathe of land covered in nought but snow whilst surrounded by the evergreens whose colors peeked out from under blankets of white. Continue reading “Cycles.”

Lore, Poem, Sagas, Short story, Weekend

Of others.

Upon the lands of forebears where farms and forests are, so many lives would toil and hunt beneath sun and countless stars, to all who would come after them that land would be a gift, and knowing well their place it was that there would be no rift.

Continue reading “Of others.”