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Romancing the Philosophers stone-2. Winter in her2. Winter in her heartRomancing the Philosophers stone-2. Winter in her by cosmicwind
The Elves standing in the ring grasped each other's hands. Their golden eyes were wide, their nostrils slightly widened and they shifted their weight anxiously from foot to foot. To be faced with an actual spirit frightened them, yet they bravely held their ground, encouraged by their superior Aliopa, the High Elf. They began to chant, silently first, almost hesitating, then growing in confidence and timbre, swaying gently from side to side. The human outside the circle barely glanced over at them, he seemed almost catatonic by now, having closed up within himself, and Orinian wondered what the young man might really have seen down there in the tunnels on the other side if Orinian's estate.
That was when Aliopa's torch began to flicker. The flame sputtered and went out, only for a second, before the Elf managed to conjure another. The angel was still frozen in the center of the rings, but its hands had shifted. They no longer covered the statue's eyes, but had mo
Romancing the Philosophers stone-1.The weeping angRomancing the Philosopher's stoneRomancing the Philosophers stone-1.The weeping ang by cosmicwind
Five alchemists from around the world join forces to find the philosopher's stone. But what they finally discover turns out to be quite chocking to them all. And 2000 years later, a sole scholar and his best friend are stumbling on facts which may change both the history and the future of the world.
1. The weeping angel
Everything felt smooth, soft and calm in the orange light of the sinking sun. The Island of Avalon stretched out across the sea like a sea lion sunning itself on the rocks. It was hilly and green with great rounded boulders jutting up through the lush jungles and white sandy beaches. Angelissa was lighting the lamps on the front porch when Lord Orinian walked up the steps, the small sounds of clinking of his armors as a counterpoint to the creaking of the wooden steps. The firelight brought out the strands of reddish gold in his long black hair and the bronze of his skin. He walked up to his wife and wrapped his arm
For Old Time's Sake - 4. SantoriniThe sun was beaming generously over the little village of Oia, tracing gentle warm rays over snow white, cubistic buildings handsomely divergent against the bluest of seas, the yonder islands seen as darker indigo shadows in the distance. It was one of those serene afternoons when nothing really happened save for the ticking of the clock in the tower of the old court house across the street. Even the tourists were sparse this time of the year, when the season had yet to begin in earnest.For Old Time's Sake - 4. Santorini by cosmicwind
So for the men by the small bar the sound of the motorcycle made them all perk up from their glasses of ozou. It was a heavy Yamaha, large as a bull and bright red, but the brawny man riding it was handling it with astonishing affluence as he rode across the square and over to the sole parking lot in a place where the alleys were too narrow for motorized vehicles. As the monstrous machine came to a halt, the rider and his female passenger stepped off with ease and with graceful movements they relieved
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Five alchemists from around the world join forces to find the philosopher's stone. But what they finally discover turns out to be quite chocking to them all. And 2000 years later, a sole scholar and his best friend are stumbling on facts which may change both the history and the future of the world.The story starts here cosmicwind.deviantart.com/art/…