Lo'ak And Tsireya Novels & Stories

Tirana walked across the forests around Lesath Beach wary of the slightest sounds like twigs cracking. Then, Tirana heard screaming. Something flew past in the big blue sky. There were animalistic sounds coming in stampede towards Tirana. She prepared her spear Mist Lotus and pulled a water bottle from her bag. In her panic, she splashed the water to Mist Lotus' crystal spearhead and as it glowed bright blue, she kept her eyes on the rushing dusts coming at her.

"You're different here. I like it." "I like it too." He stood up and held out his hand. "Come on. Let's go explore before I change my mind and drag you back to bed." "Promises, promises." --- The village of Oia was a maze of narrow streets and whitewashed buildings, everything painted in shades of white and blue. Tourists crowded the main paths, cameras out, taking pictures of everything. We wandered aimlessly, hand in hand, stopping at shops selling jewelry and art and local wine. Lorenzo bought me a small evil eye charm "for protection" and I bought him a ridiculous straw hat that he refused to wear but carried anyway.