“Taiga” – Medium

“Taiga”

Artemis: Ch 26

The sky was filled with a lingering haze as the sun approached its noon zenith over the sun altar in the Gnawstik temple. The stone benches…

Sep 15

Sep 15

Artemis: Ch 25

I watched Amal approach the rocky crest where I’d lain defensively around the stone cradle where she’d laid my egg before assuming watch…

Sep 14

Sep 14

Artemis: Ch 24

Z’Ahara kneeled by the cookfire, watching the flatbread fry for Jamila while she left to relieve herself at the latrine. The morning was…

Sep 14

Sep 14

Artemis: Ch 23

Yusef searched methodically, hoping to find a dry fire bundle to restart a blaze that would suffice to warm Z’Ahara. The rains Amal and the…

Sep 13

Sep 13

Artemis: Ch 22

It had been nearly a week since Amal had left with Basar to find the dragon carcass that would nourish Gnawst enough to ensure his…

Sep 13

Sep 13

Artemis: Ch 21

Amal’s bow hung slung over her right shoulder as she protectively cradled the netted sling with the dragoness’ egg against her chest. She…

Sep 10

Sep 10

Artemis: Ch 20

Sofian once again found herself before a carved mural in the temple catacombs. It was obviously ancient, but her recent regular visits…

Sep 10

Sep 10

Artemis: Ch 19

Sep 9

Sep 9

Artemis: Ch 18

Sep 9

Sep 9

Artemis: Ch 17

It was nearing midday, and the sun hung high and oppressively over her. Still, Z’Ahara kneeled behind a small boulder that hid her from…

Sep 7

Sep 7

“Taiga”

“Taiga”

Why do I write? Perhaps in order not to go mad. Or, on the contrary, to touch the bottom of my madness. - E. Wiesel

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