By EM Malachi As they waited for the parade to start, an old man and a mouse shared a plate of cookies. Mythran carefully bit into the sweets and considered the crowd around him. The sun warmed his face, and he felt more happiness than he had in years. He began laughing. The small mouse looked up, startled, her whiskers covered with crumbs. “Are you all right?” Mythran smiled at her. “Just remembering a story my mother told me long ago.” Sherry nibbled on a chocolate chip. “Would you tell it to me?” Mythran sat back in his chair. “When […]

By EM Malachi “Any requests?” asked the bard as he tuned the strings on his lute. Even at the bustling war camp in East Side Park, enough were off duty that Iolo had drawn a crowd. A young recruit requested the song Stones, and Iolo frowned slightly but nodded. Testing his lute one final time, he settled into the tune and started singing: “Long ago ran the sun on a folk who had a dream And the heart and the will and the power: They moved earth; they carved stone; moulded hill and channeled stream That we might stand on […]