Altarn: Introduction

Fantasy stories: Magic, combat, and flights of fancy. I was thinking I'd like to put some of my stories online but that they would not reasonably mesh with my regular blog. With the availability of blog space, I thought I would jsut start a new one dedicated to the stories. Here is the intro page of one I'm about 5 chapters into written but have had the whole story running through my brain for a few years:

A bright glow lit the room though no one was there to see it. The wall over the mantle shown like a tiny sun. The glow grew brighter and strengthened , finally to begin dimming as the wail of a newborn was heard echoing throughout the house. As the glow faded it revealed the same dagger that had been mounted on the wall for years. While any light remained from the glow the dagger looked quite different from its normal appearance. A gem-studded hilt protruding from a finely tooled scabbard was visible, the gems on the hilt giving off the slowly dimming light. When the light faded the gems gave a tiny eye-wrenching twist and mounted on the wall was once again an ill-used but intact dagger, rough leather-wrapped hilt protruding from a crumbling, shoddy leather scabbard.

Moments later the proud new father came into the room, pacing back and forth with his newborn leaning over his shoulder. The father’s eyes never even glanced above the mantle but were there one there to see they could have noticed that the newborn’s eyes almost never left the dagger mounted there and the reflection in his eyes showed not the common weapon all else saw but flickers of lantern light reflecting off of the fine jewels in the hilt.

As the child grew older and was chastised for his “make-believe” many times, he ceased telling anyone else of the fine dagger over the mantelpiece.

Please, let me know in the comments if this is something that you'd be interested in reading more of. I will continue to write/post them for as long as there is a decent request for more.
Thralen (Tom)