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Stories in the series "Magestorm"

# 1: Magestorm Part 1

By: | DargonZine 13, Issue 6

A thump in the night brought Merrif abruptly from his dream into the cold reality of his Dargon home. "Illiena!" he screamed. Breathing hard through his mouth, Merrif clutched the blankets and tried to relax.   "The same dream again?" Niatha asked from across the room.   Merrif sat up in his bed and wiped the sleep from his eyes. "Yes," he answered, breathing a little easier. "Was that you caused the thump?"   "It was me. I jumped through the window. I tried to be ... [ Read More ]

# 2: Magestorm Part 2

By: | DargonZine 13, Issue 7

"Illiena!" It was a scream in the night; a plea to a loving goddess for aid in the dark bells of life.   "Merrif," came a sleepy answer, but not from the goddess. The reply came from a creature that was awakened by the scream.   "Illiena!" Merrif cried out again.   "Wake up, Merrif," Niatha replied, slowly stretching out his legs. "You're having the dream again." [ Read More ]

# 3: Magestorm Part 3

By: | DargonZine 13, Issue 8

The dust blew up and over and around the wagon. At times, the dust seemed thin and light while at other times, it was thick and gritty. The lead wagon in the caravan caught part of it, the second wagon caught more, while the third and last got all the dust.   "I'm beginning," Lylle choked out, "to hate traveling." He was in the third wagon and no matter which way he twisted or turned his thin, wiry-framed body, he couldn't escape ... [ Read More ]

# 4: Magestorm Part 4

By: | DargonZine 13, Issue 9

"Looks like the rest of the caravan is up," Merrif said, standing up. People were packing up and moving about. Someone opened the door and the sun could be seen. Everyone blinked and shielded their eyes as the sun's rays reflected harshly off the snow.   "A beautiful day," someone called out.   "How does it look?"   "It looks bright," the man who opened the door said. "But the road looks clear. We can leave today." [ Read More ]

# 5: Magestorm Part 5

By: | DargonZine 13, Issue 11

"Free!" I yell as the rush of magic twists and warps around me like a tornado dancing upon the plains. It is wild magic at first, but as my prison walls weaken, I grab handfuls of that harsh, life-giving energy and swim in its cold, hard currents.   My soul is free! *Free!* As I stand upon the solid rock stairs and gaze down into the room below, I search for a body I can possess. The physical air nestles my soul ... [ Read More ]