Myth of The Shattered Isles : The Breaking

Before you read this post, let me tell you something about it. Being a high-fantasy fanatic, I always desired to create my own secondary world with its own myths and legends as a base for my stories. The Shattered Isles is a result of such craziness. Highly inspired from the Tolkein's Middle-Earth, I finally managed to scribble the myth, legends and geology of The Shattered Isles. Now, if you wish to continue, then read on...    

Be Magical !

Magic. The word itself conjures up fantastical images when falls in ears. I don’t know about you, but few images do flash in my head whenever I hear this word - A mighty dragon spewing fire, turning tall towers to ashes. A long bearded wizard, draped in long robes, wielding natural elements to his wish. Or a spell whose incantation with proper cadence can burst a shock-wave, tripling the entire advancing troops. Or, an orb with blooming light that can channel the cosmic energy.

But, is magic really just fictional? 

Lamhe's Memories - The Station Problem

24^th January 2014

Wintry wind ruffled my hair as Dhyey veered his bike left and right over the road. A heavy travelling bag, full of clothes was stacked between his legs. All over the way, I feared the bag would misbalance our bike, and send us rolling. Fortunately, Dhyey managed to escort me safely to our spot for the shoot – Anand’s Railway Station.

Lamhe's Memories - The Shooting @ ADIT

24th January 2014

I bolted upright on my bed as the phone rang near my ear. Heavy-eyed I picked it up and found Taral’s name flashing over it.
 
“Where are you?” He asked directly. No ‘Hello’, no ‘Good-Morning’. Nothing.
 
“Still under blanket,” I said, stifling a yawn.

Lamhe's Memories - The Plotting

11:30 P.M, 23^rd January 2014

I sat cross-legged upon the rug of our college’s auditorium. Before me seated was Dhaval, his eyes staring at me through his blue-framed spectacles, yearning for some ideas. Beside him was Taral, wondering something about the same. And behind me, upon the stage were Aakash, Dhyey and Vishwas, still busy in choreographing their dance. While Niraj mingled himself in mixing the sounds in his dear new laptop. And, how can I forget this guy, Vishal was enjoying Roadies’s Auditions on someone’s laptop. That sounds bit odd, but believe me, whatever people says about him, he was always there to support us.