• The Farm

    The first thing I noticed was the roof above me. When I’d gone to sleep I’d been looking up at my painted ceiling, like I always did, and what was above me definitely wasn’t that. Instead it looked to be made of wood… as though I was sleeping in a hut. For a moment all I did was lay there, hoping it was all a dream. I’d heard about people finding themselves in the games they played, but this… I shook my head. Up until it happened it didn’t seem like it was possible, and now it had… well, on the upside at least I had an idea which game…

  • The Neverending Forest

    Gathering Together The leaves crunched beneath her feet as Michelle kept walking through the forest, looking for anything which might give them a place to start, waiting for either Darryl or Ryan to say something more. How they’d respond wasn’t something she dared imagine. Both of them thought of her as a friend. It wasn’t as though she didn’t think of them as friends too, but she wasn’t close to them in the same way she’d need to be to open up to them about her magic. Anyone who had fae blood knew how easily it could change everything. “Did you not trust us?” Darryl, fortunately, sounded more confused than…

  • Gathering Together

    Leaves crunched beneath him as Ryan rolled onto his side. For a moment he lay still, eyes closed. If his eyes were closed he could keep pretending everything was normal. Then, slowly, he opened them, to find he was actually lying on leaves. Reaching out with a hand he touched them. As he picked one up he stared at it. Everyone heard stories about how fae magic could affect lives. Their arrival changed everything, in so many ways. Of course no one ever thought they’d be the one affected, and Ryan was no different. His life stayed the same, although people he knew found themselves with magical abilities making it…

  • Arriving

    Amy’s side: Losing Someone It took me two steps to realise something strange had happened. Then I turned, and almost walked into a wall I knew wasn’t meant to be there. I stared at it, watch ticking on my wrist as some kind of horrible reminder of how time was passing, before kicking it. Kicking it didn’t help at all, because the wall stayed solid and the path I’d been using to get home was gone. Slowly, the emotions I was feeling right then more than I can describe, I turned once more so I could look at where I’d found myself. After the strangeness of what had happened it…

  • Becoming Human

    Watching was the hardest part of being a tree. It could do nothing to change what was happening, because they didn’t speak the same language, and it wasn’t sure they would listen if it did. Over the years, having lived long enough to remember a time before magic, it watched humans hunt those who were different to them, even though they were the same species. Hunt was probably the wrong word. Hunting was a natural process. What the humans did was unnatural. The trees often talked about the humans, trying to understand why they did what they did. First magic was seen as a good thing, and people with it…

  • Looking Back

    From the time I first stepped onto dry land, certain I was never going to set foot on a ship again, I knew nothing was going to be easy. Even though I was an unknown to most they knew of my father. It was unusual for a mouse to be a pirate, and yet that was exactly what my father was. Due to the death of my mother when I was young, so young I only vaguely remember her, he was the parent who raised me. Looking back I’m not entirely certain how it happened, but I think he may well have made the decision without the permission of my…

  • Talking to Margery

    Opal sat alone, in the room she’d once shared with Margery, and waited. Sleeping was much harder without the girl Opal thought of as her sister, and every time her aunt looked at her she knew the older woman wished it had been Margery who survived. There were times, normally late at night, when Opal wished it had been Margery too, even though she was grateful be alive. Her ability meant she could at least still talk to Margery, unlike her aunt. Everyone looked at the family differently, because they all knew Margery died blooming. “It’s not your fault,” Margery appeared on the bed next to Opal. “There was nothing…

  • The Duke’s Ball

    When Nate asked me for help the last thing I was expected was for the two of us to end up at a fancy ball. Normally when he asked for help I’d find myself covered in mud, blood, and a lot of nastiness I really don’t much like thinking about. As he made certain the mask he’d bought me was on tightly I studied him. He seemed more tightly wound than he ever had done before, which was worrying. Even at the goriest of jobs he was laid back about it all, often joking about whatever ended up in my hair, so his quiet perfectionism was something I didn’t much…

  • Rescuing Drake

    If it had been anyone else Astra wouldn’t have let it bother her. During her time with the Council she’d come to understand why it was so important to know who was travelling where, and the people who could walk between worlds freely, without the tattoos that everyone else needed, were often dangerous. They had no rules to guide them the way the Walkers had, so they felt they were free to change things that shouldn’t be changed. Logically they should be arrested before they could do any damage. Executing them… well, there wasn’t space to keep them all in the cells. Until Drake was arrested she could easily explain…

  • Meeting Anna

    When Vitali walked into the college cafeteria it was almost entirely empty. He much preferred it when it was like that. The only time it was ever really full was at lunch, so he usually avoided it then. First he went to get a coffee. Normally he would have just bought a cheap one from a vending machine but he decided he wanted to buy a proper coffee from the coffee shop that they had in the cafeteria. A cappucino, to celebrate the fact that he had finally made a decision about his plans for the next couple of years. Once he’d paid for it he turned to leave the…