Fantasy Mechanic Novels & Stories

"Your lord father never told it to you?" Bran shook his head. The day was growing old by then, and long shadows were creeping down the mountainsides to send black fingers through the pines. If the little crannogman could visit the Isle of Faces, maybe I could too. All the tales agreed that the green men had strange magic powers. Maybe they could help him walk again, even turn him into a knight. They turned the little crannogman into a knight, even if it was only for a day, he thought. A day would be enough.

“Mia, I’m glad you're back.” She grabs Mia closer to her and trying to wrap around her arms. But in an unexplained happening, it surprises her she can’t even hold and touches Mia. She tries for the second time but her body just slamming into Mia’s body. “What is happening "? Why I can’t hold you?” “Because your witch craft magic is getting weakened because of how you feel.” “What did you mean?” “You are belong to the races of witch Thana. Your magic will depends of how you feel.”