The wind howled through the skeletal remains of the city, curling around Smitha like a warning. She stood in the centre of what used to be a plaza, now a bowl of cracked stone and broken statues. The heart, still… Continue reading

He remembered the day he sold it. The Heart. The witch had not asked questions. She never did. Though she had a youthful appearance, her eyes were ancient, like craters in forgotten moons. He walked into her cottage of rusted mirrors… Continue reading

A golden fire split the sky as a thunderous noise echoed through the dark, smoke-like clouds that loomed over the entire land. It was the end of an era. The city below was a silhouette of despair, its concrete pillars jutting… Continue reading