The Undying Lands Novels & Stories

“What?” Mardichi pulled me around to kneel before him. Touching my chin reverently as he looked down at my face. “You have stumbled into a tale nearly as old as time. What we are and how we became it, is quite an unbelievable tale. It didn’t even happen in this land. It happened in a place we now call the UpperLands.” “UpperLands.” “Yea.” Mardichi nodded. “That’s what the fey call it. Apparently, they’ve moved throughout it for centuries. Going there and back.”

The whimpering ceased, replaced by a cold, hollow silence. She stood up, her joints aching. The night air of the borderlands was biting, a stark contrast to the climate-controlled luxury she had just abandoned. Behind her lay the Northern territories—the land of the King who had broken her. Ahead lay the Untamed Territories, a sprawling expanse of jagged mountains, dense, lawless forests, and ruins of a civilization that had collapsed before the first pack-bonds were ever etched into the earth.

“In there, we will have a plan, and we will gather allies for the war that will be coming upon us. Make sure your loved ones make it safely through the abyss into the underworld.” That was not much comfort to the troll. What Robah knew of the underworld did not reassure him. The underworld was the land of the dead, the netherworld, from which no one returned. It was said that the mouth of that land was never satisfied, and the shades of the dead rested on a bed of maggots where the worm did not die. Andrew mumbled, “The feral attack has been suppressed for a while, but their rebellion has begun.”

A lullaby hums in a voice not your own Sung from the mouths of the buried and dead A faceless thing grins in the wide doorway Stretching its arms, your escort inside Your name is etched on a tomb with no grave A jagged whisperer, an icy brace Your heart beats loud, but not for long Run, run, but your feet won't move The darkness wraps its chains around you I said grin forms in the blackest shade Time runs out, and so will your veins The bells don't toll; the clocks don't chime Only the sound of the end of time Your Shadow melts your hands turn cold The nightmare sings as it takes hold I'm sorry to say, but this is the end Your breath is stolen; no need to pretend A door creaks open; the void

Others lay pale and dead, as if the colour had been sucked out of them. This was not one wasteland. It was a whole wounded world. The thought made my chest tighten. Everything we had talked about became real from above. Kingdoms. Territories. Dead zones. Trade paths. Places no one returned from. Crowns fighting over land that could still breathe. Wraiths taking ground. Dragons ruling ruined beauty. People living somehow in between it all. My fear grew. So did my wonder. Because even broken, the Outlands was not small.

He loves the place as well. Tagaytay has an average humidity of 78%, making the city cooler than Metro Manila. It is not yet congested and it has a better view indeed. Seeing Kristina in deep sleep, Luther plays his song for her on his car MP5 player.... Born for You by David Pomeranz... "Too many billion people running around the planet What is the chance in heaven that you'd find your way to me Tell me what is this sweet sensation It's a miracle that happened Though I search for an explanation

~~~ R-O-M-12:12—12|13|14|15 - hope II-C-O-R-4:10—31|32|33|34|35 - dying J-O-H-N-3:16—17|18|19|20|21 - world 4_2_3_5_5 H O P E _ _ _ _ _ D Y I N G W O R L D 4 2 3 5 5 ~~~ “Hope on the Dying World?” - Xol “Hope in the Dying World?” - Czaquira “Hope of the Dying World.” Timotheus uttered.

The Emberlands were unlike anything Aria had ever seen. Gone were the frozen peaks and howling winds of the north. Here, fire ruled. The air shimmered with heat rising from cracked, scorched earth. The sun hung heavy and low, casting a copper sheen over the land. Smoke twisted on the horizon, the byproduct of ancient, ever-burning volcanic veins that laced the territory.

Or was this some new, insidious tactic, a deliberate silence meant to break me, to chip away at my resolve with the slow torture of uncertainty? I slammed my fist against the table, rattling the papers that clustered my desk. The dim glow of the office lights cast flickering shadows on the maps spread across the surface. They depicted the desolate stretches of the Deadlands, a wasteland carved by unforgiving winds and littered with the bleached bones of past conflicts. The Jared rogue camp, a festering wound upon the land, sat like a viper ready to strike at the heart of the kingdom.

By worshipping him in this form one can overcome untimely death, diseases and sickness related suffering. They all prayed at the temple. And returned. Tanisi was enchanted by the temple. She started to visit the temple daily. After so much rigorous practice the days felt boring for the moderners. So they asked the locals and decided to explore the kingdom of Nishantha. They got to know of a small waterfall and its natural beauty. All of them decided to visit the place in the next couple of days. They prepared some delicacies to carry with them as the visit involved a travel of around 15-18 days from the capital. The waterfall was at the outskirts of the Nishantha Kingdom very close to the bo