A Day in the Life of a Dragonlord and His Charge: A Merlin Story
~ by Jessica Beaubien Merlin sat on the hard floor of the dungeon, the straw beneath him barely offering any comfort to the hard cold stone. The small dragon was coiled on his lap and…
Inspiring Faith and Creativity & Exploring the Arts through a Spiritual Lens
~ by Jessica Beaubien Merlin sat on the hard floor of the dungeon, the straw beneath him barely offering any comfort to the hard cold stone. The small dragon was coiled on his lap and…
~ by Patrick W. Kavanagh Would that I had never seen the sun light up the sky at dawn, With pink and silver clouds that bode a better day than ever came. Would that I'd…
~ by Donna Ferguson Dudley From far and wide the nobles rushed, "Excalibur" to claim, But it was meant for one who knew not his own princely name. Arthur, raised as bastard, by a friend…
Author's Note: I always wondered why Sir Guy went from apparently in love with Maid Marion to happily supporting her being put to death. The 1938 film did not have time to delve fully into…
How many times have we read a legend and hoped it was a forgotten piece of history and not simply an idea or analogy? There’s a small corner in our souls that hopes beyond hope…
~ by Sarah Levesque I’ll wear a dress and go to each dance, But still will I fence and in secret wear pants. I’ll smile and wave, speak genteel, polite, And ‘scape out the window…
~ by Amanda Pizzolatto Rolvin Daxley glanced around at his crew hanging out in their secret base. He couldn’t help but smile; his dreams had come true, he had his own band of Merry Men,…
~ by Katie Lynn Daniels In a post-apocalyptic wasteland, the dead await the King’s return. But the ascendancy of the boy-king Arthur is not enough to drag life back from the void alone. It will…
Whispers of the past, haunting me forever, dancing in my very veins, speaking to me of days long gone, and heroes long dead. A memory, but not my own. Names, living only in distant memories…
By Ruth Asch Word Count: 1849 Rating: PG (Discussion of kidnapping) Summary: Hecate, the goddess of night mourns for her daughter Scylla. A flaming torch in either hand to light the way, Hecate found Persephone…
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