What We Built From Ruins, Part Four

Berlin Raben

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] I. The grove was still as the sun set, a chill upon the evening settling the spirits of the students into a contemplative gaze.  The Druid felt the cold in his bones a bit more every year, and this evening particularly.  Age and the world weighed upon him almost as heavily as memory.He sighed.  “We’d thought we could go on like this forever, you know.  You, who weren’t yet born cannot perhaps understand what such an illusion is.  What are your illusions, w … [Read more...]

What We Built From Ruins (Part One)

Berlin Raben

(This is a work of fiction in response to the question posed by Christine Kraemer, "What do we hope to build?") I. The autumnal light shown gold and rose through the branches of the alder and birch as the group appeared. Despite his weak eyes and failing hearing, the old Druid needed no notice of their arrival—the young are never inconspicuous.“You’re here for a tale?” he called out, startling them.After a moment of confusion they all noticed him, and one called out in return. “Yes--W … [Read more...]


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