http://slow.writerscafe.org/ChristynJ The original writings of author Christyn Jeffries en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021734 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Ariana paused to regain her breath outside the classroom door, turning the handle slowly to avoid making noise. There was no point; all eyes were on her when she slipped inside. "Welcome to class, Ariana of Anves." The basic magicianship teacher was the same long-lashed woman that had teared up.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChristynJ/1873348/ To avoid disrupting the morbid silence, Ariana dropped quietly into her seat. Nique had gone to her preparatory school; she didn't know him, but she knew enough about him to feel deeply sorry for his predicament. The boy came from a long, proud line of guardians, but from what she'd heard, he was a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChristynJ/1868329/ Ariana of AnvesAmbition:To become a legendary warrrior. Is innately protective and wants to guard her world. Has strong moral guiding compass. When she was young and her teacher explained how the gods would try to kill everyone, and there was only the guardians to save them, she asked who wanted to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChristynJ/1868076/ One of the most dangerous selections in a century was about to begin.  Ariana sat in a row in the back of the room, just a few seats up from the last picks. She couldn't take her eyes off the dull red phoenix egg on a black velvet pillow at the front of the room, sitting among the other eggs an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChristynJ/1866655/ Students at Chrusay Guardian Academy learn to protect the world from the wrath of the gods. In a world without a savior, can children hold back impending doom? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChristynJ/1866654/ Fleya stood in an ocean of souls. Around her, lives moved about like stars shining in still water. She thought absentmindedly that Aspen's hair was the same pale silver as a person's life force. As she focused her gaze, the flowing souls became people milling about a crowded city, and rough wooden w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChristynJ/1866610/ Freya crawled out from under the corpse, gasping and clutching her throat. Her body ached, but shock and fear sent her scrambling away. She stumbled along until she reached a busy road. Passersby immediately noticed her frenzied state, and she pointed back the way she came. "He's dead," she sob.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChristynJ/1866431/ Fleya stirred the stew and added some beans, covering her face to avoid breathing the smoke that refused to go up the chimney. Aspen would be home soon, and she was supposed to have dinner ready and the chores done. She had been reading instead, but she wasn't that worried. Aspen always came home la.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChristynJ/1866342/ Fleya heard a soft voice coming from inside the hut. She had been cast out while her mother's sister was here. Worried without understanding in her childish way, she was halfheartedly playing with the mud by the well, trying to eavesdrop on the conversation inside. Yesterday and the day before, she .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChristynJ/1866315/ The country of Akat has two gods. In a time when demigods roam the earth, one god's children are showered with adoration while the other's are feared and cursed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChristynJ/1866314/ The only time one can be really courageous is when one is vulnerable. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChristynJ/1291378/ I don't believe in men.I have no faith in them."You play with your baby doll,I will go explore.Look! See, I caught the ballYou throw like a girl."I've since learned to recognizeIt's man's dynastyMe they patronizePatriarchal societyNow when I walk to the parkI always take my knife,For fear that somet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChristynJ/1288966/ Lift the Family banners highSilver, gold, blue and redTo fill our enemies with dreadMarching bearers, let them fly!Boom, boom! Hear the drums?Shake with fearThey sound your doom!Flee, fly! Your blood will spillHelms of starlight, ringing steel!Your rank and file will fall at lengthWe march in streng.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChristynJ/1288042/ It creeps within the mountain-stoneAnd turns all living flesh to boneFrom shadow lake, cold hands of breadthAnd dripping fog, the touch of Death. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChristynJ/1288036/      Yahaira dipped lower to avoid a thick bank of cloud, skimming close to the tops of waxy emerald trees. A troop of little monkeys screeched and scattered as her faint shadow passed over them. A deep rumbling overhead signalled that the iron grey clouds were about to release their .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChristynJ/1283582/