1 Mar 2018 – The Lightway to Al-Safar

Scott Summers365 Stories, Fantasy

There are a few deserts in the world where you can find the Guide.  He takes the shape of an older man cloaked in tattered robes, though his eyes are pale and his skin nearly translucent beneath the evening sky.  When you meet him, he will ask you to spare a coin of bronze or brass.  If you have neither, or only one of the two, he will thank you for your offering and send you on your way.  But if you carry both, those pale eyes will shine, and he will ask if you know the way to Al-Safar. … Read More

20 Feb 2018 – The Road to Espia

Scott Summers365 Stories, Fantasy

Sheldon only looked for the road on the quiet days.  Back home, in Espia, they called it the Wylick Passage.  There, the road stretched out like a strand of gold and silver, a winding path that snaked out of the fields of the Dark Hollow, past Selgar’s Rise and the Kallesan Fields, off into the unending distance at the edge of the world. And it was the edge of the world, as Sheldon had managed to find out.  Taking that road through the roiling fog, he watched the trees change.  Those silver trunks dulled to muddy brown tones, and those … Read More

9 Feb 2018 – Inspired Vials

Scott Summers365 Stories, Fantasy

Valeria packed all of her inspiration up tight and stuffed it into a bottle.  It was quite simple, really.  A quick cantrip here, a few words of power there, and suddenly it was draining out of the nail bed of her index finger and splattering on the floor.  She snatched an old medicine bottle off the shelf — one of her father’s old pill bottles — and caught the rest of it before it seeped through the cracks in the floorboards and she was never able to dream again. When she finished, she turned the bottle around.  Her father’s name … Read More

6 Feb 2018 – The Arcanist

Scott Summers365 Stories, Fantasy

The old wizard’s tower always managed to loom just on the horizon.   Aneta first caught sight of it before she stepped off the boat: a single, ivory tower shooting up from the heart of Ganathas.  It tilted, just off center, as though she were looking at the haft of a spear thrown by some otherworldly warrior, its tip embedded deep into the bedrock of the earth. That tower loomed over Aneta while she wound through the city streets, its white, weathered stone more defined to her meager vision with each passing step.  Ganathas was home to many great heroes … Read More

16 Jan 2018 – Distant Ruins

Scott Summers365 Stories, Fantasy

Cyrilla shouldered out of her tent just after dawn, sword clamped tight in her fist as she stumbled into the cool, morning air.  The campfire in front of her, recently stoked with kindling and a fresh log, burned bright against the morning frost.  Past it, the body of another tent had been folded into a neat pile of poles and thin canvas beside a leather pack. Vanos was awake, then. Plodding down beside the fire, Cyrilla blinked and shook her head.  After all that talk around the fire last night about the vigor and vitality of youth, here she was … Read More