By David C. Daoust It’s like being in an abyss. So much information, so many ways to go. No way to know which is wrong, which is right. Ultimately, Clover should be okay with the idea, as an Agent of Ergos- flitting between the Black Beyond and the White Space that is their home…
Mya, the Cursed World by David C. Daoust She was running again. For someone made to be so strong, it seemed like Fiona Hart was always just cutting loose and flat-out running away. The pale blue, ghostly girl slid, bodily, over the tiles that covered the roof; her foot slipped a little too close to…
By David C. Daoust Major wasn’t going to lie– when he’d decided to just chuck it all, and grab some food, he had no idea just how many of these flying children there were. If he had to guess, make an estimation, that estimation would be- An army, there was an army. They were,…
By David C. Daoust Clover moved with purpose. When it came to the Wards of Ergos, ‘moving with purpose’ was not truly a thing one could tell- just by looking (considering they flew everywhere they went). One may note his legs were a little more tense than they would normally be; bent a bit…