Sagas, Short story

A dream of applause.

The ring and hum of the thundering applause brings smiles to this face of mine. Where I go, the audience follows, my journeys of years taking place in moments in market squares across the lands. Continue reading “A dream of applause.”

Lore, Sagas

On principle.

How best can one honor the fallen? How best can they be avenged? It is not done through words from silver tongues, nor granted by the blessings of a foe. It is taken by those with pride in their kin, and the certainty of their convictions. Continue reading “On principle.”