Queen Melandra Era: The Queen leaves The Cross and life moves on.

The afternoon passed and more toys revealed themselves. What started as a mournful event for a bush that played a regular role in his families’ history, turned into the trip down memory lane.

Queen Melandra Era: The Queen leaves The Cross and life moves on.

Why am I here? She asked herself again. The people were interesting, but they didn’t answer the question. Relax, be…

They didn’t catch anything else that day. Ed wasn’t really trying. He was taking in the moments with his grandson.

I didn’t finish this story. Read at your own risk. More details in the epilogue.

I have to be hopeful for we are in this water together. We sing for the creatures of the ocean to know that we are still here.

Queen Melandra Era: The new Queen goes on a tour of her inherited Realm.

Maybe we are all our own pool or maybe we are the stones?

Wynter spent the better part of six years looking for an outlet. Being outdoors, spending time with friends, journaling, none of it worked.

It took her a long time to let go and get comfortable with being free to explore the flow on her own, in her own way.

Prologue: Queen Melandra Era

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The soul drained bodies fell to the ground and the power of the event rebounded away from the core.

As humans, we have needs that must be met, we also have dreams that should not be hidden in the shadows. My hope is that a series like this will be the sort of thought experiment that adds to the healing process...

I stand here now, outside an office party and I feel the string that kept me tied to this idea has been cut. I’ve been spinning ever faster, and all of a sudden, I’ve been cut free.

Sometimes we take the wrong path. That’s fine. There are consequences that come with that. 6 months ago I would have spent another hour working this and outlining a better path, but today, I am comfortable taking the L.

She would not find a cure this day. And she probably would not find it tomorrow, but she kept looking because it was out there and as long as she played, she could travel in this world of color and exploration.

He spent the rest of the drive with songs of his youth playing in his head while his heart hung on to the stream’s energy for as long as it could remember.

The first four months were dedicated to spending all her free time in the warehouses