Unveiled-Legends

Oliver squirmed in his seat as Karen explained Amber Skies Agency’s international program to their parents. He squirmed partly out of worry that they wouldn’t go along with it, and partly because some of the things he was hearing about were all for the first time. The siblings had scrambled the night before to collect every piece of information they could on the program, Lorcan and Jess tantamount to playing look out and helping the pair sneak around the house whenever Karen had to make calls to Eldrus for more data. Their website had had the link for the whole thing tucked away in a vast help page, and they weren’t exactly

Karen’s first reaction was silence, her mind swimming for a moment at the news her little brother gave her. She was already feeling protective of him, seeing the teen such a mess with his feathers in just about every place except where they were supposed to be, but he was also hurt from their crash and sick to boot. That feeling of needing to watch over Oliver had never really gone away, as no matter how big or how strong he got, feeling him nestle into her for safety reminded her of finding him on the ship. They were on their way to Knevland when that damned Wendigo revealed himself, her old master still trying to take control of ever

Evidently, tomorrow was not the best day for any sort of race, nor did it feel like Ollie would be up for any in the days that followed, as evidenced by a red nose currently being stuffed into what felt like the hundredth tissue of the day. A loud blast from his nose followed shortly after, though that did little to actually alleviate his feeling of congestion and more so just removed some rather unpleasant goo from his nose for the time being. The boy cursed his luck, healthy all winter but it was almost like the second he’d gotten home from the race his whole body had gone into panic mode and declared him sick, as what had started of

“I’m telling you man, Christmas is gonna suuuuck without you! It’s just gonna be a whole day of me and the family stuck inside a trailer, getting mad at each other while we tear up a goat and make a mess. We at least behave a little when there’s company.” Oliver laughed at Max’s complaining in his ear, the boy adjusting his grip on his phone, struggling just a bit to hear him over the din of the busy airport. “Tempting, but think the place might get a little more cramped with a gryphon there,” the teen pointed out, smirking. Max and Oliver had become pretty good friends over the passed few wee

A really, REALLY late update.  I considered waiting until Christmas to post this, but this was already late enough as it is. Merry Early Christmas, ladies and gentlemen ;) Gryphon Paladin - Special Episode #2: Alexander Falkner, Part 3 The next morning, Alex was awakened unexpectedly by a thick, wet tongue licking his face.  He blinked open his eyes and pulled his head away in surprise as he came face-to-face with a large dog. ~What in the world?~ he wondered silently, staring at it. It took him a moment to remember the events of the night before.  Meeting Shorak in an alleyway, eating, taking a shower.  Try as he might, though, he could

“Mrs. Thompson, please, I just want to speak with him,” Caitlyn pleaded, her hands open and her face long, clearly having had a number of sleepless nights after what had happened. “No. No, you may not. He’s made that much very clear, and I can’t say I disagree with him.” Though human and shorter be a fair few inches than her son and the witch, the woman’s stone face and cold glare carried enough power in them to unnerve Caitlyn to her core, like she was staring into the maw of a monster. Caitlyn hung her head, hands balling into fists as she stood in the cold November weather, her breath visible at

Jess the Best: >Shoulda have tackled them Ollie. So sick and tired of bullies should be allowed to tear them up whenever they’re mean like that. Shoulda used your magic spell on them and blown them to a different school. Sorry they were mean to you Ollie I’m the only one allowed to do that. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Olliever Thompson: I would have loved to Jess but trust me, my folks are way scarier than anything I could do to them. Think my mom’s right that eventually they’ll do something stupid enough to get punished and then leave us alone, or they’ll graduate

Wakefulness had evaded Oliver for a few days now, and school didn’t help much with his overall tired motions, each class seeming to bleed into the next, the warm rooms and white noise of teachers simply lulling him to sleep after a time, the teen certain he’d missed about half the day already, spaced out in front of his locker, squinting as he seemed prepped to close it but never actually getting around to doing so. The gryphon hadn’t taken Caitlyn’s warnings seriously enough regarding the fact that the potions were just a booster, like a super food, nor had he been paying good attention to his magic supply. Still, in