King's Shadow - A Boy Who Was Banished

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iar roused from the sudden jerk of a pothole, wincing as his head hit hard the cart’s front side.
            “Are those pots all right, lad?” the cart driver asked, leaning back worriedly. “Damn those soldiers! They have ruined the whole way!”
            Riar threw a quick glance to his companions – the earthen pots clattered like crickets back in response.  A shudder like that would have crumbled many of it, but the pots were seemed to be as stubborn as the cart driver. “Yes, your precious pots are all right.”  
        “Look again. I don’t want to deliver any shards of sand. Believe me, lad, Celberth’s merchants will not pay a coin if they find any of it misshapen.”

King's Shadow - A Threat In The Dark

Throne of Isolgoth can never be yours, Kelin. It’s been three years that exchange took place, yet the memory of that conversation, his father’s words, were fresh like a recent event. No doubt, you are one of the best warriors of the kingdom, but son, the seat demands wisdom. And, you are not a worthy suitor.
            Lost in thoughts, with fractured pride, Kelin loitered in the long corridor, his hands clasped behind. A pair of patrolling guards halted before him. They bowed in servitude and continued their duty, distracting him for a while. He then realized where he was. Hall of Rest. Alcoves ran both sides of the archway, filled with human sized sculptures of his ancestors, the late kings and queens of Meral Isle. Between each past generation, braziers danced frantically, infusing life to the shadows of the lifeless.

The Final Judgement

The Final Judgement is a first tale of mine that somehow found its way from thoughts to paper and got published in UNCANNY TALES, a curated anthology of top 15 crime thrillers of Notionpress Short Story Competition. Many people have been asking about the book, to read this story, and every time I shook my head, saying I had already given to someone to read. Exclusively for them, I decided to post it over here. Hope you'll enjoy it.

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?