The_Lotus_Eater

They'd been taught that they were the chosen, that they were special. Told that somehow, being different made them greater than those around them. The steppes belonged to them and them alone. All others were heretics, and must be driven out. When the heretics had all but been annihilated, Shiver and his clan rejoiced, for the ageless prophecy had been fulfilled! Imagine their surprise when they too, found themselves at the mercy of a ruthless aggressor and were forced to watch their promised clan wither by their hand. They rode aboard colossal iron chariots, striking down upon those unlucky enough to be below with javelins of lightning."Devils! Wights!" cried the clan, for no mere men could be capable of such destruction.Could you imagine their surprise the chariots finally came to a halt, and out strode not demons, but what looked to be a kinsmen?…

The_Lotus_Eater

For as long as he could remember, Jethro lived in the shadow of Bulwark, a massive shale cliff that blocked off his village from the rest of the world. Most viewed it as protection from the abominations of the outside world, but Jethro always viewed it as the walls to his own private prison. It was only a matter of time before he'd let human curiosity get the better of him, and he'd attempt to scale the summit.---These aren't as proofread as they should be.…

The_Lotus_Eater

A rebel without a cause and a forgotten stove-top have a surprising amount of similarities -- namely how they both possess immense destructive capability even though neither of them were created to do so.…