A Dreamer's Weavings
'A Dreamer's Weavings' is a series of short stories, as well as a few slightly longer ones, that delve into the lives of a variety of different people, of various fantasy races. From dragon to demon, sea elf to undead star elf, all the way to the poor guy, pitifully human, left guarding a girl from her vampire lover, who understandably seems to be suffering second thoughts.
Be drawn into the world of a child forced to leave his family and his world behind, if he has any hope to survive, a council of vampires experiencing a potential shift in power, and a creature caught between two worlds, whose only chance to be whole, is to sacrifice the life of the one he loves. And face the journey of a young woman, held into this world beyond death, who must somehow make peace with an existence she never chose.
Life offers many choices... Some lead to salvation, and some lead deeper into the darkness than you ever cared to go.
It is in waking that we forget the world beyond the everyday, denied the lifeblood of magic, and in dreaming,that we begin to remember again...
Join these stories that lay within, each a brief glimpse into a life that has never known our world. Vampires and dragons, demons and things undead, and those blessed, or cursed, enough to share their lives.
The unliving woman, bound into life beyond death, an existence she never would have willingly chosen, her only solace a lingering gift from the dark spirit she was stolen back from.
The sea-elf child, who must leave behind his mother and his life to seek salt-free oceans, or be killed by the very waters he needs to survive. The man born into the wrong form to match his blood, whose only chance to regain the birthright so denied him, is to sacrifice the one creature he loves more than even his own soul.
The fallen angel, whose only reality is that which he forms of his own dreams, to pass a never-ending eternity...
And here they lie, these and more, waiting for the reader, waiting for the dreamer, to close the door on all they've been told never to believe in. For a brief weaving, to remember...
No one offered any argument to this, and for a moment it seemed that this might be the way it went. Better than any one of them not knowing if they’d be the one not to leave this place, even the youth so wronged. It was disappointing, but not surprising. Fear was ever more a driving force among their number, than even the quest for greater power within this mortal world.
Satisfied that he’d played his hand right so far, that left only the silent among their number for the man in red to consider. An easy scapegoat to let his puppets vent their anger, and the only among them who hadn’t sworn their loyalty to him. The time had come for this stand-alone to fall. “And you, what do you say to this? You, who have yet to allow your loyalties to be known...” A significant pause at this, and then another smile. “Surely you have something to say?”
“I do not offer my opinions, on the theorizing of insects.” It was said softly, without emotion, without interest, but it was the fact that he’d spoken at all that stunned them into silence. He never even lifted his head, gazing at some unseen point upon his fingertips. “Spare me your petty schemes baron, I care little more for your ridiculous bids for power now, than I did the night you first joined us in this room.”
Only now did the other man’s words finally seem to register with the youth. “Insects?” He snarled, finally getting fully to his feet... And then just as suddenly falling silent as the man lifted his head, just a fraction, but in clear acknowledgment. A moment of stillness, and then meekly the youth took his seat again, offering no further protest.
A chill settled down the nape of the man in red. Something was wrong. For the first time, his scheming was coming undone... For the sake of this soft-spoken weakling. His smile faltered, just for an instant. The tension between the men grew as he looked from one to another, waiting to see if any of them would react. Every one of them avoided his eyes. His feeling of unease grew, and something new as well, a sense of danger.
It was the elder man who spoke, his voice strangely hollow. “What’s been done, can’t be changed. Let’s leave it at that.” And with this surprising judgement given, he stood, and reached for his cloak. More startling still, two of the other men followed suit. No one said a word about the normally silent man’s statement. Without a glance back at the baron, without a goodbye, they left him there. Only one other remained behind.
The silent man seemed not to notice their sudden aloneness. Morever, he seemed not to realize that he himself might be the reason. The man in red velvet stared at him with a sudden sense of fear, unsure what had gone wrong, but suddenly realizing that the man he’d chosen to challenge wielded more power here than him.