Rhayvn’s Musings
The Writings of Rhavyn Kitaj Alastor-Braveheart
-
Stillness, Broken Gently
Stillness, Broken Gently I should have known something was wrong the moment the waterfall swallowed the light behind me. The hidden entrance to the hell-pocket was always unnerving—slick basalt, the roar of water muting the heartbeat of the Veil, the metallic smell of daemon magic clinging to the stone. But this time the air felt……
-
Rhavyn’s First Flight
Rhavyn’s First Flight 17th Day of November, the Year of Our Source 2025 “Feel the animal.”“Focus yourself.”“You aren’t trying.” She walked through the snow-covered gardens in silence, her father’s voice echoing through her skull. Each word was heavy with disappointment and edged with anger. Tears pricked her eyes, but she dashed them away. Crying only…
-
When Shadows Remember
When Shadows Remember She waited in the outer chamber, sensing others gathering within the ancient hall.The night breathed like a living thing—slow and sultry, a pulse that felt almost human.She inhaled the crisp air, tasting jasmine and rose upon her tongue. And she was afraid. Not of death. Born of the Sidhe, she would never…
-
The Fire That Reforged Me
The Fire That Reforged Me With a shimmer she drops from the branches of her favorite birch tree and resumes the human form she has worn for centuries now. Like many of the immortal races, she finds comfort in things that stay the same as the mortal world changes around them. The morning air held…