A story in which a young sorcerer is Earth bound as a lesson in innovation and his brother comes along as luggage (aka the loosest plot in the world to allow for a lot of shit to go down), featuring:
The night was stark against the young boy's back as he scaled the rusted stairs of the fire escape to ascend to the roof. He reached it eagerly with a thud, his back heavy with a satchel of mostly books, and began to set up shop. With six candles of varying sizes and colors he set up a small ring around the rest of his belongings: a stack of texts and a two pillow set complete with a small blanket. He lounged backwards onto his wrists then, a manuscript of ancient proportions placed comfortably in his lap, and began to ponder its contents between the silver light of the moon.
[[shooting for, like, 17 or 18 year old equivalent...I think.]]
The God of Thunder
and
The God of Mischief
and
The God of Mischief
The night was stark against the young boy's back as he scaled the rusted stairs of the fire escape to ascend to the roof. He reached it eagerly with a thud, his back heavy with a satchel of mostly books, and began to set up shop. With six candles of varying sizes and colors he set up a small ring around the rest of his belongings: a stack of texts and a two pillow set complete with a small blanket. He lounged backwards onto his wrists then, a manuscript of ancient proportions placed comfortably in his lap, and began to ponder its contents between the silver light of the moon.
[[shooting for, like, 17 or 18 year old equivalent...I think.]]
September 20th, 2015 at 03:38am