Cross Roads Novels & Stories

To the west, the silver forests of Lyriah stretch endlessly, their trees still luminous but growing darker the further I travel from Eclipsehaven. I'm heading toward the Crossroads of Aetherwyn—a trading hub where the borders of Lyriah, Meristhal, and Varelle meet. It's the only place I know of where someone like me might disappear into the crowds, might find passage to somewhere far from the Moon Sanctum's reach. If I can make it that far.

“I won’t—I won’t ask again—” “You won’t,” Marcus agreed. The word landed like a door slamming shut. Silence stretched between them. Heavy. Suffocating. The morning traffic continued around them, but it felt distant, like the world had narrowed down to just the two of them on that crosswalk. Marcus leaned in just enough that his voice dropped even lower—private, dangerous, the kind of calm that promised worse things if ignored. “I could make you disappear,” he said evenly. “And no one would ask questions.”

"May I walk across it?" "Of course." One of the engineers hurried forward. "We'll accompany you." The wooden planks echoed softly beneath my feet. I slowed often, studying the work as carefully as I could. Truthfully... I knew very little about building bridges. So instead of pretending otherwise... I asked questions. "How many people use this crossing?" Samuel answered immediately. "Nearly everyone from the eastern villages." "They bring produce to the market." "The children use it during the school term." I looked down at the river below.

The school was completely dead at this hour, the old brick buildings casting long, distorted shadows across the empty lawns under the dim yellow glow of the distant streetlamps. Suddenly, a pair of sharp, blinding yellow headlights cut through the dark rain behind me. I stopped walking, my body freezing instantly as the low, heavy rumble of a massive engine vibrated through the wet asphalt beneath my feet. I turned my head slightly, squinting through the downpour.

Today was Monday again, the same thing all over again get up, shower, get dressed, breakfast, drive to school. As I got out of my car in the school parking lot I saw Lilly and Sophie. Sophie was behind Lilly and that girl Anna was talking to them. From Lilly's face again, I could tell it was nothing good and Sophie was crying. Now I have no habit of helping strangers, but Sophie is really cute and there is no reason for someone to make her cry.

They are called- The Crossbreeds.

Sara crosses her arm over her chest reeling over all that I said. "it makes sense when you put it like that, but you should have let me give a piece of my fury to that blind jerk." she huffs and puffs her chest. This day might just be an interesting one for my girl. I didn't even get the name of the handsome hulk, maybe he'll be the water that calms the blazing flames in my best friend over here.

The morning sky stretched wide and soft, painted with streaks of gold and delicate clouds. It was the kind of morning that whispered promises—of joy, of love, of forever. Inside Charlotte’s house, laughter filled the air like music. The scent of flowers and faint notes of vanilla-scented candles danced in the corners of the bridal room.

The rules I have learned so far are as follows: o Rule One: Bridges are not allowed to use magic for self-benefit, hence why I am broke. o Rule Two: Bridges are restricted in using magic or thought to cast vengeance or harm to those they have bridged, even unintentionally. o Rule Three: Bridges must endure selected traumatic hardships to better acclimate them to various scenarios of pain, fear, hope, and despair, hence my PTSD, anxiety, and depression. o Rule 4: Bridges cannot undo, tear down, or destroy, by any means, the bridges they laid for others. This basically also plays into the no vengeance or recourse allowed rule.

How do I find my way back? I managed to walk down to the main high way and successfully got a cab. "495 Grove street" i muttered out and rested my back on the cool leather. The elderly man seemed to recognize me as a popular face known for creating mischief but he said nothing and minded his business which was good for him else I'd have had to send his corpse to his family. I stopped him blocks away from my destination and got down. I realized I had no cash with me and I couldn't leave him here and go get money cause he looked like one to snoop around so I pulled one of the silver rings from my fingers and handed it to him.