Novelas y relatos de Medieval Fantasy

I was gonna need tranquilizers at this rate to get through my senior year of high school. Mr. Hanson passed around his Monday morning jar of topics. We were finished with the fall of Rome and entering the period of the Middle Ages when castles, kings and knights were all the rage and feudalism was the fundamental governing system. It could not be more fitting as, at the moment, I felt like one of the serfs and the new queen overlord had just graced us with her presence.

He sat in the pew opposite mine, refusing to accompany my entourage under our private umbrella. The jousters, with lances in hand, charged forth, their steeds aflight. Their armor glinting, like stars, in the sunlight's radiant light. The crash of wood, the thunder of hooves, the crowd's ecstatic roar. As the knights clashed, their valor and prowess, forever to adore by the crowd. In this fleeting moment, the weight of tradition, and the fire of desire, to see these noble knights, their honor, and their hearts, set on high, like a burning pyre. For in this medieval spectacle, we found a glimpse of chivalry's golden age. What was supposed to be a testament to courage, loyalty, and the unyield

“Death is like a rain you cannot stop.” On the island of Vitam et Mortem, people with extraordinary capabilities exist and they are called medius which means middle. They are creatures that lie between the living and the dead. They can either see, hear or feel ghosts. The ordinary people of the island or the mormians do not acknowledge these creatures. They witnessed what a medius can do but they keep on invalidating such creatures accusing them of sorcery and witchcraft.

The approach allowed for hunters to fight freely without structural damage to buildings by both hunters and creatures. After ten long years, we had a perfect system in place for raids. A raid was only viable with a minimum of fifteen hunters, four medics, fifty knights and twenty workers. Now, these imbeciles want to change that, common sense replaced by greed. The city of Anatol was by far the wealthiest of the four cities, being built on top of an old gold mine. That mine however has nearly run dry. These fools want to redirect valuable resources to retake a mine overrun by creatures.

Despite both of them were very real, thanks to the setting, and also since we were on earth, everything seems like a fantasy world that I just made up. “You all see here…this is the world that I called…Fantasma….it’s a world of Medieval fantasy…where there’s a swords, monsters, dragon…and everything that you can Imagine..magics too…I want you all to keep this in mind….these is the setting that I wanted….the vibes had to be maintained as it is…no matter what…”.

I growled at disrespect before stepping into the portal, waiting for me. *** I took a glance at my surroundings, the beautiful illusion of life, the enchanting atmosphere of mountains covered in blankets of greenery and goodness. The purple sky may hold you captive in the spell of luxurious starlights, which were proudly shining in the sky of Magicax (The witches and charmed realm). And to add in the glory of the realm, here in front of my sights proudly hang in the air, five enormous middle ages castles. Each one encircled with a ring of the different energy field as a show of their strength and magic which they had inherited from their ancestors.

Fire, screaming and something else I am not quite sure what. The fire fills the sky then a shadow, I want to shield my eyes so I can see but the heat is too much. There are others running around but I just stand looking at the skies above me. The vision goes blank and shifts into something else. I am standing in what looks like an old mediaeval looking castle, the grand hall. There is no one here except me, I think as I look around. There is a huge throne at the other end of the room, I slowly make my way towards it.

I snapped at him while leaving the office. I went upstairs to my bedroom, and I put the books on the bedside table and the first one I grabbed was called 'The History Of Morda'. I poured myself a drink and I sat on the bed and opened it to the first page. It was established in the 1300's and it was a mystical land full of creatures that didn't belong on Earth. Someone didn't want them to be extinct, so they created Morda and sent the creatures to live there. Dragons and beats and Ogre's. Dangerous creatures. Why would anyone want to save those animals?

"It was the little crannogman, I bet." "No one knew," said Meera, "but the mystery knight was short of stature, and clad in ill-fitting armor made up of bits and pieces. The device upon his shield was a heart tree of the old gods, a white weirwood with a laughing red face." "Maybe he came from the Isle of Faces," said Bran. "Was he green?" In Old Nan's stories, the guardians had dark green skin and leaves instead of hair. Sometimes they had antlers too, but Bran didn't see how the mystery knight could have worn a helm if he had antlers. "I bet the old gods sent him."

“No, it's nothing. Is there any other topic you would like to talk to me about? " "Ah ... yes, I understand." Gregar changed the topic of conversation and focused on the monsters. This world was very similar to the typical Magic and Fantasy world in that it had monsters and other fantastic creatures. There were Dwarves, Elves, Forest Fairies, Magical Beasts (such as unicorns), Goblins, Orcs, Ogres, Beastmen, and other types of Monstrous Humanoids. There were even Beastman countries out there somewhere.