Alola Map Novels & Stories

I point up to the temple again, still worried about the time and the costs of delay. “Well, what can we do?” Laila says, frowning. “Can you like, conjure up a map?” I sit a little straighter at this, interested in the idea. Because, I mean, I don’t think I can just conjure a map – like Orion said so long ago, he couldn’t have conjured up a donut if he’d never thought of it before. So, if I did conjure up a map with no knowledge of the city, it’s unlikely that it would be accurate. But…

“Where? Where are they?” Raeya frantically asked. Daru was slamming her fingers on the keyboard. Aura pressed a fat green button and a large duplicate hologram of Daru’s screen appeared in front of them, encompassing the whole room. A map of the whole of Khenealm was projected first. It kept on twisting as it was being zoomed with the help of a blinking red circle which indicated where the distress call came from. Finally, after a month, they had movement.

He carefully unfolded it, revealing that it was the map he founded the day before. In the middle of the map was Mount Lagoda, marked with a triangle. Next to it was a massive plain, and to the northeast— beyond the plain— was a vast ocean. “This is the map my father used to find his way to Ajens on his last voyage. Right now we’re somewhere… here!” Ishida said, pointing to the part on the map that represented the coast. “You should see the ocean sometime soon.” Twenty minutes later, Rhina spotted the seashore.

He peeled back the canvas layer of the inner cover and sighed in relief, pulling out a piece of folded paper. He didn't unfold it, just stepped back and handed it to me, hungrily reaching for his untouched sandwich. I brushed my hands off on my jeans, hastily cleaning off any remnants of my lunch as I reached for the paper. I carefully unfolded it, the folded seams cracking as I went. It opened into a large, yellowed piece of waxy paper, hand drawn ink detailing the layout of our land. My eyes surveyed the inky trees and scratchy mountain, tracing the lines and word markers with my eyes. Coordinates were written in the same deep red ink that the fire symbol had been, and I recognized instant

The Map Rewrites Itself The next morning, Dahlia brought us her newest revelation. "Look at this," she said, unrolling her parchment. The map had changed. Not by her hand. By magic. A new gate had appeared. West of the Flame Range. In territory long abandoned by both wolf and Hollow. It pulsed with a color none of us had seen before: violet. "The Gate of Echoes," Seris whispered. "I dreamed its name last night." Ophelia went still. "That’s the one."

Sara shot back, but her teasing tone didn’t quite mask the nervous edge in her voice. Ellara stepped forward, her staff in hand. The faint glow from its crystal tip provided the only light in the encroaching gloom. “The map’s guidance ends here,” she said, her voice calm but firm. “From this point, we’ll rely on our instincts - and each other.” Zoe nodded, her hand instinctively brushing the pendant around her neck. She felt the faint pull of its magic, steady and insistent. “We’re heading east, right?” Ellara nodded, consulting the scroll one last time before rolling it up and tucking it away. “Yes. The map’s destination is due east. We’ll need to cut through the densest part of the forest

A few minutes later, a map filled the screen, and the coordinates had placed five red dots on the screen, locations. One in Lewe, one in Batsia, a third in Mir, and the other territories that were not ruled by anyone. Mir was home to one of my packs, Green Field, and two of my cities, Avon Wilts and Myrtle Cove. The fourth dot was below Lonely City, right where the Bear kingdom territory met the wolf kingdom territory. The fifth red dot was located on the realms' second continent, in a kingdom called Andora. Kellen’s phone dinged from his pocket and he pulled it out to see who had messaged him, at the same time I heard another ding from Mathias. Without letting go, he pulled his phone out.

Lyra We didn’t leave the yard. Not really. Our bodies stayed there but our minds were already somewhere else, stretching toward a city that shouldn’t exist and somehow did. Kael was the first to move. He crossed to the low table near the perimeter wall, shoving aside a crate of spare parts to clear space. A map followed, then another. Ashland’s layout first, worn thin at the folds. Then regional charts—trade routes, old borders, territories half-erased by time and conflict.

Otherwise, it would be a waste of too much time if such a huge Domain were to randomly crash into it like a headless fly. "Wait a minute." As Nicolas Gordon spoke, he took out a map from his storage bag. The map seemed to be an ordinary piece of paper, but when he unfolded it, everyone's eyes flashed. They looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes. On the map, there were not only detailed symbols of mountains and rivers, but also clear coordinates. What was even more amazing was that the mountains and rivers on the map were all active! Even through this map, one could know which area was sunny and which area was rainy!

Desert and wastelands that eventually bleed into the mountains once more to the east, but to the west lies a great, endless ocean, and the edge of the map. “Did you make this?” I ask when I reach his side. “Gods, no. This is older than me by centuries, I’m sure.” “But it’s accurate?” I look up to the far edge of the map, where Veiled Valley rests deep in the mountains, likely hundreds of miles from the nearest settlement, and the closest community to the ocean on Ryatt’s side of the border between the Roguelands and Rifthold. “It is,” he says softly, almost dreamily. He takes several steps away from the table and points to the ground at his feet. “Maatua would be… somewhere around here, I’m