The world is not without irony, as evident by my life. I was born Thurston Olaf Steenberg and grew up hating the Spellbinders and all that they stood for. It was only by becoming what I hated most that I was able to transcend my humble beginnings and do good in the world. The following is the story of my origins. It is not the story of my birth, but of my rebirth. It the story of how I became Aryanna Morgana Le Fey.
As I seek to find a means to halt Ragnarok I find allies in the unlikeliest of places. New enemies present themselves and I learn of the cruel experiments performed by the mad Doctor Mengele. He claims he can grant men the ability to use magic, but at what cost?
The final battle swiftly approaches and it has been given to me to complete a task so monumental that it may be the sole means by which the Jotun can be defeated. All of Midgard and the goddesses themselves depend on me. Am I up to the task, or will I fail and doom the entirety of human existence to total annihilation?
On a distant world a aging general receives news of the resistance and is forced to make some hard decisions.
The Torrentian Void aboard the Centennial Hawk Cold chills trickled down my spine as I stared out the viewport of the Centennial Hawk and out into the vast expanse of…
The Torrentian Void aboard the Endeavour I panted, coming to a stop in front of a door. “I really, really need to spend a little more time working out.” “Jek?”…
The Torrentian Void aboard the Centennial Hawk You know what? I always thought that if I ever lost consciousness that, whenever I came awake again, it would be like waking…
The Torrentian Void aboard the Centennial Hawk I spent the rest of the night and a fair bit of the morning tossing and turning in bed. The one dream I…
The Torrentian Void aboard the Endeavour Our trip through the ship was short, Hinderman led us down a corridor which adjoined the one through which we entered and stopped in…
The Torrentian Void aboard the Valiant We high-tailed it out of the briefing room, my grandmother following on our wake. Cayne didn’t say a word about it, nor did he…
