S.pisálek

Simona Karlová  https://spisalek.com/

[kindasortawriter]

https://spisalek.com/category/rozepsane/mezi-draky/

[thelastranger]

“Arald, come look, come look!”

Arald had always had a little soft spot for Will. Truth be told, he had a soft spot for all of the wards, but there was something about Will. He was so creative and eager to keep up with everyone playing, but willing to play alone. Many times Arald would be working on stressful reports in his office, look up in frustration, and see young Will playing silently with his small figures. It never failed to bring a smile to his face. 

He couldn’t resist smiling now as the four year old took his hand and led him to the hallway window. What was Will up to? 

“What do you want to show me Will?” asked Arald kindly. 

“My magic friend left me something! Look!“ 

There was probably a feather somewhere and Will had found it. Sandra had mentioned to him that Will had told her about a presumed imaginary friend but she had said that was normal. Arald chuckled at the thought of Will witnessing magic. Certainly Will hadn’t befriended a wizard or such.

Will finally reached the spot and sitting in the sunlight was a tiny stuffed horse, clumsily stitched together. Arald’s mouth dropped and Will cheered.  

"See?" 

Arald picked up the small horse and turned it over in his hands. It was obviously homemade with care. Who had done this and why would they leave it for Will? 

Will stared up at him with round eyes. "The magic shadow cloak man left it for me. I sneaked to watch him." 

It was starting to all make sense and Arald couldn’t stop his lips from curling up in a smile. He saw a small scrap of parchment on the floor and Will handed it to him. 

He read the note aloud. "The horse’s name is Abelard. I hope you enjoy playing with him." 

Will squealed in delight as Arald absently handed the horse to him and the boy ran off down the hallway, most likely to find Horace and show him the horse.  

The handwriting on the note was much neater and Arald almost hadn’t recognized it from the normal chicken scratch, but the flourishes on the letters were distinctive enough.  

Arald chuckled to himself as he pocketed the note.  

"Halt you big stone faced softie…”

[kindasortawriter]

https://spisalek.com/rozepsane/

[the-thursday]

I want to know more about Morgarath. I want him to return. He could have had a good backstory.

[aggressivemacintosh]

always pictured that he was never satisfied and he didn’t want anything holding him back he had good parents, wasn’t satisfied: killed them  he had good friends: *tried* to kill them.  he had a good wife (at one point i assume): killed her  he could have been a good man but a crucial mistake most tyrants make, he thought that emotions made him weak. his “reign” could have been so short because that was all he had. he didn’t have any loyalty from anyone and he was all alone... and still not satisfied. 

[the-thursday]

Okay this is 100% better.

[kindasortawriter]

Here you go

He sat on a bench and watched everyone living their day, minding their own business. He wanted someone to stop by, say hi, ask him why he was sitting there. But noone did. Before he could make a proper eye contact with them, they looked away, as if they were scared of him. He knew why that was. His pale skin and straight white hair made him look like some sort of a ghost. He hated it and he knew his parents hated it too. They didn’t know why he looked the way he did and it took years for him to get rid of all the doctors, who came to „cure him“. But can you cure someone who’s not sick?

A few years back he tried to shave his head, but it didn’t help. The looks people gave him didn’t change and he let his hair grow back before he’d have to come to believe it wasn’t his hair that people feared. Before he would have to believe it was himself.

After a while, a man rode by on his horse and by his coat of arms he recognised a lord that his father was expecting. He was tall and a little scary, but Morgarath immediately felt they have something in common, but not entirely. Soon he realised what it was. People feared both of them, but to Morgarath it brought only sorrow, whereas to this man, it brought… power.

He sat up straighter and a little smile appeared on his face for the first time in ages. If people were going to fear him, he might as well use it for his own good.