A poem written by the main character Sadie, where she apologizes but also justifies the haunting thing she’s about to do

To the outside world, I was like any other boy. I liked to be outside with my friends in the sunlight, playing in the dirt and catching lizards. But, my parents and close friends all knew that my favorite thing to do was to read. And so it was, one warm August afternoon in 2008, that I was reading on the front porch when a moving truck pulled up across the street. I stuck an old receipt between the pages to mark my place and curious, set the book aside on the swing. As I watched, a man got out of the driver’s side and walked around to the back of the truck.

On a cool October evening in 2009, I sat in my parents' kitchen, waiting for my three best friends: Angel Tyler, David Rider, and Odette Sallow. As the kitchen door clicked open, I watched them shuffle inside, trying to mimic the serious expression I'd seen on my father's face countless times. Once they found their seats, I reached down into my backpack and pulled out a brown leather notebook with a silvery blue pen attached. As I gently set it on the table, Angel's eyes widened. "Is that it?" she asked.

The wind had whispered to me for as long as I could remember, secrets no one else could hear. In Makuda, the storms never rested, and the voices in their winds were mine alone to hear. For years I thought them harmless—until the day they led me to the ruin. In its depths, those whispers became something more—an invitation. A choice. And when I found that black tome, I understood too late that some paths cannot be untreaded.

Sunny Sparks runs into a problem on the way home from school with masked shadows trying to do things and not wanting her around as a witness.

Pond and Sonya separate after crossing the river leading to Micheal's Ford. Pond is going up in the mountains beyond, while Sonya is going to talk to the local wizards.

In Osmoreth, the Loom of fate trembles. Once whole, the world now bears scars of war and the shadow of the void. From the fall of the Archborn to the rise of Zantek’s Abyssal Brotherhood, nations have shattered, ley lines fray, and whispers of the void echo in every corner. Nak Eraza, a young scholar of humble beginnings, stumbles upon truths never meant for mortal hands. What begins as the pursuit of knowledge draws him into a storm of betrayal, forbidden power, and ancient conflict. Bound to a black tome steeped in void-touched secrets, Nak must decide whether he will resist its call—or wield its power at the risk of his soul. Allies gather, enemies sharpen their blades, and the threads of destiny weave toward war once more. As Osmoreth balances on the edge of collapse, Nak’s choices will decide whether the Loom holds… or unravels forever.

Chapter 1: Whispers in the Wind In Willow Creek, ten-year-old Lila Evergreen, with wild curls and a spirit for adventure, lives with her dad, cherishing memories of her lost mom. One day, while building a leaf fort, a dazzling rainbow light with swirling sparkles catches her eye, vanishing quickly. It reappears at night, at school, and in the kitchen, leaving her wondering if it’s her mom’s spirit. Driven by curiosity, Lila follows the light to the river, where it grows brighter and a soft voice calls her name. What could it mean?

These elites are the type that lurk behind shadows, spirits of the undead they had long buried with their bare hands... and money. Although, a young elite stood out. Forced into this life of crime by heritage had hardened him, his exterior and interior made of impenetrable walls. Not until he met her.

Every story begins somewhere. Requisite Dream grew from whispers of longing, healing, and hope—and here’s why I had to write it.

Every story holds secrets🤫—here’s a peek at the inspiration behind Elara’s path in Requisite Dream✨

The Lost god Power unleashes wrath on city, summoning his dark legion. People pray at The Nest, awaiting The Guardians' descent into battle.

A thumb drive. Files on everything and everyone that was and is his target. FBI? Friend or Foe, life and death.... the next move has consequences.

After Ma’s death, grief consumes the family. Pa collapses into despair, neglecting the farm as the village itself withers into silence. Neighbors vanish, shops close, and Oakhollow decays into a hollow graveyard. Finn struggles to hold things together, but when Liam weakens and dies in his sleep, the last of his childhood shatters. Pa’s grief curdles into fury at the Empire, the gods, and himself, until rage gives way to silence. Finn finds him hanging in the barn and buries him beside the others, numb and wordless. Oakhollow is empty now—its chapel door creaking, tavern shattered, and homes abandoned. With nothing left, Finn gathers a few belongings and walks away at dawn, leaving behind graves and memories. The forest looms vast and uncaring, each step pulling him further from the boy he once was. Starving, alone, and unmoored, Finn drifts into the wilderness with no map, no plan, and no past to cling to—only the haunting ache of names he can no longer speak.

Winter tightens its grip on Oakhollow, turning golden fields into frozen wastelands and silencing the once-lively village. Hunger gnaws daily, and rations dwindle as spring brings only false hope. Amid the bleakness, Finn watches his mother fade—her warmth dimmed by sickness born of scarcity. She hides her weakness, pushing food to her children, sewing despite trembling hands, but her cough worsens until she cannot rise from bed. Finn clings to hope for healers beyond the village, but no miracle comes. At last, Ma calls her family close, whispering love and urging her sons to be strong before her light slips away. Pa’s grief breaks like thunder, Liam wails in innocence, but Finn stands numb, crushed beneath a new weight. The villagers bury her with quiet prayers, yet the world feels emptied. Childhood ends in that moment; Finn knows the line between before and after has been crossed, and the void left in Ma’s absence can never be filled.

The blight spreads across Oakhollow’s fields, turning once-golden wheat into black-veined husks. Though Pa reassures the family they can survive a lean season, unease grows as the crops wither, children go hungry, and laughter fades from the square. A strange storm scorches the valley, worsening the rot. Still, the villagers cling to routine until the Empire arrives— armored riders under a silver dragon banner, led by Commander Rothgar. He demands double tribute within a week, an impossible sum. Fear grips Oakhollow as families ration what little remains. At night, whispers fill the chapel: what happens if they can’t pay? Rothgar and his men linger, consuming the village’s best while treating the people like chattel. Granby scrapes together half the tithe, which Rothgar accepts with cold indifference before departing. But their presence leaves a scar. Oakhollow is no longer the peaceful haven Finn knew. Even his stories for Liam ring hollow, hope slipping away with every passing day.

In Oakhollow, sixteen-year-old Finn works the harvest fields alongside his family, cherishing their warmth and the village’s simple joys. His younger brother Liam brims with mischief and wonder, hanging on every tale Finn spins of knights, dragons, and distant adventures. Though Finn longs for a life beyond farming, he finds comfort in the love of his parents—his mother’s quiet strength and his father’s steady humor—and the rhythms of their humble home. The days pass in golden hues of chores, laughter, and festivals, painting Oakhollow as a haven of peace. Yet beneath the harmony, faint omens stir: rot creeping into the wheat, strange fog rolling in from the hills, and mushrooms clinging to roots like leeches. Pa dismisses it as common blight, but unease lingers in Finn’s heart. Standing on the ridge at dusk, he feels the first tremor of change—a hollow note in the song of his village, as if Oakhollow’s fragile peace is poised to break.

The doors of the turbolift slide open with a soft hiss, and Piscea, Zoe, and Kujo step into the Battle Simulator Department. The room is sleek and modern, lined with high-tech consoles and screens displaying data streams and energy readouts. Soft light filters through the frosted windows, illuminating the chamber with a calming blue hue. The click of talons on carpet signals the approach of Instructor Corbin, his blue-crested feathers gleaming under the overhead lights.

The grandmaster nestroom, a sanctuary of golden light and soft winds flowing through the towering crystalline windows, shimmered in the early morning sun. The air was calm, a stark contrast to the chaos of battle just two days prior. Piscea Phoenix, his suncrested feathers glowing in hues of blue and gold, stirred from his nest, stretching his magnificent wings. His talons clicked against the smooth stone floor as he ruffled his feathers, shaking off the remnants of sleep.

The throne room of the Dark Phoenix Emissary was cloaked in darkness, save for the eerie glow emanating from the crystalline throne at its center. The air was thick with the scent of decay, the heavy atmosphere laden with the whispers of restless spirits. The mooncrested phoenix, Tintillis, sat slumped on his majestic seat, his once-imposing silver wings marred with the scars of recent defeat. His left wing, damaged from the battle against Piscea, twitched as small bird-shaped drones buzzed around it, carefully repairing the fractured bone and charred feathers. His eyes, glowing with malice, scanned the gathering of his undead army—rotters, skeletons, and undead hulks. They were restless, and a palpable tension filled the room.