"The DEVIL is real"
In the Name 11: Grackle’s DinerIn the Name 1 by DoorTraveler
It was a small little diner on the outskirts of town by a road very few people used. Over the years it had been given a homier feel with a few vases here and there, mirrors and pastel paintings on the walls and an old grandfather clock on the far wall by the bathroom hall. Still, it couldn’t escape the diner-charm with its cheap faux-leather cushioned booths and wooden chairs around old linoleum-topped tables, or its arcade nook. Most of the staff described it as a diner masquerading as a bed and breakfast, and poorly at that.
On a rainy day like today it wasn’t uncommon for it to be completely empty, but two travelers had sought shelter from the storm. The first was dressed like any traveler these days: a heavy coat, boots, a travel bag, and a weathered hat. He was an unassuming type, a forgettable but friendly face with brown hair and quiet grey eyes. He could be from anywhere; he could be your next door neighbor. The coat and hat were hung up by
Dragonlords of Karaton 1The White King’s army collided with that of the Dark Prince during the in the last year of the Age of the Two Kingdoms. The Plague, as the Prince’s army was then known, swept down the north side of the Fire Nest Mountains three hundred men against five thousand. The Northern Army, the last stand for free men, was destroyed, and in honor of their struggle against the darkness, the land grew white blossoms over the dead. It was a war to be known as Whitefall, but time and memory forgot this battlefield—legend placing it nearer to coast. The land however, did not. Earth always remembers.Dragonlords of Karaton 1 by DoorTraveler
The Age of the Dark Prince came and passed, his destruction giving rise to the Age of the Dragonlord. It was during this time, the Fourth Age of Hec Cyr, that people built a settlement there. They named it White Haven, but the land knew better and over time they began calling it Whitefall once more, although no one knew why. They believed it to be because of the blossoms that blanketed t
ConnectOur souls are stretched beneath our skin. The best of us held in our palms, the worst of us held in our fingers. The rest is electricity. It’s supposed to glow through the eyes, but they are as opaque as skin. There is no true window there, just a reflected image of the world, twisted upside down only to be twisted right side up again. What then does the soul see?Connect by DoorTraveler
Does it see truth? Does it recognize the souls of others, or does it perceive only a spiraled image of compiled information? If so, then we should tear out the false window, shatter the fogged glass for the soul to see clear! Let our fingers reach in and pluck the organ away, let it be squashed against the palm into red and white jelly to free our souls of the middle man. Maybe then we could make connections, long and trusted—we could find proof to staple to our beliefs.
But we are afraid, unable to share ourselves without needing proof up front. We are afraid of true sight.
What connections are possib
Dragonlords of Karaton - PrologueThe night was dark the stars and moon taking refuge behind the clouds to shield themselves from the atrocities below. Torchlight moved through the trees, the crunch and swish of the brush awaking the parents in their small cabin. The father threw off the covers, the mother running for the small child sleeping in the next room. She shushed the child, the father draping a heavy coat around them, looking anxiously toward the noise.Dragonlords of Karaton - Prologue by DoorTraveler
The mother and child were hurried through the door into the night, the father staying behind to answer the rude knock on their front door. The mother hurried through the trees, pausing only to stare in horror at the terrible scream erupting from the home she’d fled from. Shortly thereafter the night was lit up as flames swallowed the cabin, the burning wood creaking and snapping as it was consumed.
Crying, desperately trying to move forward without waking the child she was carrying, she ran through the trees. Her bare feet slapped against the damp leaves