http://slow.writerscafe.org/TheArchivist The original writings of author LoreMaster en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775452141 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A journey of a lost soul. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheArchivist/1290293/ When death comes, what one can do is run – run in vain. Nobody escapes death’s hand except for those who are not fated to die. Reina Reindall was fortunate to have Root Forest by her side. The meteor shook the earth as it crashed, but she was safe in the company of the willows, birch and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheArchivist/329318/ A vicious roar reverberated throughout the forest as disgruntled birds flew away in panic, and the echo reached the assassin’s and the jester’s ears; a roar that definitely came from no other than the dark wizard. A flush of relief swept the both of them as they started to assum.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheArchivist/329315/ Keira observed the young alchemist as he mixed vials of different elements and applied them to various situations. She was observing the man rather than actually listening to the lecture. The other nobles shrieked and gasped in awe as he performed some of the most dangerous experiments ever known to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheArchivist/329314/ Cool bent over to take a good look at a fallen Cercatori minion and he felt his stomach churn. Every single one of the dark creatures somewhat looked alike. They all had skeletal bodies that seemed to have been burnt to charcoal black; they had long, elongated limbs and razor-sharp claws; their eyes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheArchivist/329313/ As a spy, Cool, felt the presence of the awake. It was wise for him to lay still and feigned snoring as Keira tossed restlessly and Vangz slept deeply…or appeared to be. If Cool was correct, it would’ve seemed that the wizard got up and tucked the extra cloth (from Keira) around her shi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheArchivist/329310/ Miles away, the bright morning light started to shine at a crudely repaired tavern; chairs and tables were hurriedly repaired and replaced, broken glass were cleaned and disposed of and the huge front door, which was beyond repair at the moment just stood there open. Yaktu, the tavern owner was appl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheArchivist/329309/ From a beautiful forest to a cold damp cave. The Cercatori were searching. It wouldn’t take long before they would be at the mouth of the den, watching and waiting. What else was there to do? A confrontation and a fight to the death were inexorable. Keira huddled against her companions and swo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheArchivist/329308/ The tattered and torn clothes were irritating. Keira could feel the rough surface of the cloth scratching her skin. As they continue the trail to Root Forest, she looked for a similar expression from her comrades. Cool the jester was scratching as though he was possessed by a poltergeist, making ran.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheArchivist/329307/ She was running. The shadows tried to grab her, but she wouldn’t let them. She had to get away. Her skills were no match for their kind. The dead. Her sleepless nights were plagued with images of their slain bodies. When succumbing to sleep, she was surrounded by them.  Must escape&he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheArchivist/329306/ Keira listened carefully for the sound of an attack. She was tempted to turn back – turn back and help the woman who has been so generous; the one who risked her own safety for this unlikely group in the forest. How can she think of them as her own children, even though she hardly knew them? T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheArchivist/329304/ “We’ll ere’s what I think. Yer’ emperor’s got sum’ explainin’ to give, he does!” said mrs. Yaktu that startled the three. “Considerin’ the fact he was raising them taxes, as if they aint high enough to fill his lil’ bossom!” &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheArchivist/329303/ In all the ten years that Keira Seneca had known Mrs. Yaktu, she had never bothered to ask the tavern owner about her strength and origin. 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The cozy old tavern, now in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheArchivist/329297/  A master wizard from the now mutilated academy of Lesallia, he was one of the most brilliant students of the arcane, too brilliant as some may claim. Yes, he was brilliant, but this brilliance propagated his interest in the dark arts and it grew more demanding as he recovered forbidden .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheArchivist/329295/  Life or death. These were the only choices available to her.Her very existence depended on her ability to conceal; in shadows she must merge, in silence she must find her inner light. The nature of her job required clandestine living and a life-long attachment to secrecy. With each sickeni.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheArchivist/329291/ As evil continued to spread to the once lush land of Lesallia, the tiny glitter of hope started to fade out. The war that broke out nearly ten years ago left acres of ruins in its path. Demonic forces and opportunistic intents roam mostly on the slowly dying realm of Lesallia. The once blissful para.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheArchivist/329290/ In one fluid motion of his arms, the dark wizard prepared to cast a spell to free Keira the assassin from the green sludge that was starting to swallow her. “Ignis!”  , the dark wizard bellowed in a voice that sounded like a dark incantation of some sort. He produced a stre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheArchivist/329287/ Book 2 of Lesallia http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheArchivist/328989/ Never blink when you stare or you will not see the soul http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheArchivist/285170/ He used to look at himself at his mirror http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheArchivist/277377/ The life of Victor. Victor the nerd. Victor the outcast. 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