Suraia and Vasha started walking towards the tavern, the low light of evening stretching their shadows across the uneven cobbles. The market’s clamour faded behind them, replaced by the hush of narrow streets where every footstep echoed in the cooling air. The day’s warmth had given way to a sharp edge, and Suraia drew her […]
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Eonil’s Outcasts Stories
The Outcasts 4: The Three Points Trading Post
Suraia woke to the hush and rush of waves, the sound of water lapping just beyond the cave’s mouth. She blinked into the pale morning, feeling for the first time in days a true, bone-deep warmth—a rare gift after so much cold and fear. Her limbs were heavy with exhaustion, but not pain; she was […]
The Outcasts 3: Into Deep Waters
The morning dawned clear and cold—the world scrubbed raw, the violence of the storm swept away as if it had never been. For the first time since the wreck, sunlight slanted through the trees, painting long golden bars across the cave floor, igniting the green in the moss and the faded brown of driftwood. The […]
The Outcasts 2: Shelter from the Storm
Darkness pressed in. Suraia was running—through endless alleyways, rain pelting her face, boots splashing through muddy puddles. Shadows pressed close, warped by memory and fear. “Heretic!” “Witch! Her hands—did you see them glow?” “Keep her away from my child!” Faces swirled, half-seen in the downpour, their eyes bright with suspicion and something colder—disgust. The red […]
The Outcasts 1: Eedrasil’s Rest
The sea was slate grey beneath the rising sun, waves restless and flecked with cold light as the ship cut its way through churning water. At the prow, a human woman braced herself against the rail, her hands clenched tight, knuckles pale beneath the raw wind. Her cloak snapped wildly around her legs, the early […]