. Palabra stared, a cry frozen on her lips, in horrified awe as she peered into the depths, a place endlessly dark and vast in its emptiness. It was painfully cold within and yet she sensed a burning fire at its core. “Where is its gift?” thought Palabra, and leaned over to take a closer look. Continue reading The Hatchlings/Forever Never
“He is very fine, Mna,” whispered Eagna. “I hope I will be as blessed with such devotion and love with our child.” She stroked her stomach and then reached out to touch Mna’s rounded belly. At the same moment Mna moved to stroke her friend’s stomach; and when they touched one another simultaneously, the life within them kicked happily. They both laughed uncontrollably for a few seconds, giddy with the sensation. “Already they are friends,” smiled Mna. Continue reading A Crowded House/Forever Never
“But be ever watchful for that which seeks to deceive and destroy you. It will not always present itself in the ways that are obvious to you now. The deadliest poison often lies in the sweetest bloom, while the ugliest branches can bring forth the nectar of life if harvested carefully. You know this to be true. Now you must reawaken this knowledge and nurture it as your roots to the Earth of Domhan.” Continue reading To Save a Warrior/Forever Never
A long silence followed as Naofa tried to stop the burning ache that fought its way up from her insides. How she longed to scream, to silence that voice. How much longer would she remain its captive? Swallowing hard, she smothered the longings of her heart, stilled her muscles and quieted her anger. All that escaped was a single tear from the far corner of one eye. It slowly brimmed over and slid down the side of her face, but she refused to acknowledge its existence by wiping it away. She let it reach her chin and cling there for a moment before dropping to the cold, hard rock below. If she thought that this would go unnoticed by her captor, it was only one of many self deceptions she held. For as it struck the hard surface it produced a loud echo, so loud that she had to cover her ears to ease the pain of it.
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Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion by Cheryl Pennington copyright images and story As Eolas and Eagna make their way to the cliffs, Naofa listens to Laoch reveal his world of nightmares…nightmares which could well become a reality for their own world….. “Laoch,” her voice nudged his thoughts from reflection. “Something has happened in the Garden recently, something very unexpected.” Naofa paused for any reaction from the Warrior, yet he merely listened with keen interest, so she continued. “Something…several things, which will prove life changing for our world. We would have sent for you, but it was not possible to … Continue reading In Dreams it Arises/Forever Never
Noafa awoke to the sounds of her own angry cries and the pain of her fingernails clawing at her ankles, trying to free them from the earthen shackles of her dream…. Continue reading Enter the Nightmare/Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion
Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion by Cheryl Pennington all rights reserved While Foirfeachta welcomes the miracle, another is summoned to begin a journey…a journey to join the celebration of hope. As prepares, the Creators celebrate in the Realm and make ready for the sanctification. But first, a visit must be made… XXXIII Celebration In the Realm There was much rejoicing in the Eternal Realm, so full of Love were all the Creators for this new addition and for what it represented. Even Ar’tine seemed greatly pleased; but he secreted the true source of his joy, for now they could focus on returning his beloved As’me to … Continue reading The Call to Ceremony…Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion