“Thank you very much for all of the help, Mister Jonathan.” “You’re welcome.” “But, why did you help me?” Joseph was wary; it showed in his eyes. Too much help Continue Reading →

Kern rolled over. His expression, cast in shadows by the moonlight, was bitter. “I don’t want to be a farmer. I want to be a swordsmith,” he confessed. “My Dad Continue Reading →

Jonathan woke up with soreness in his neck that wasn’t just from the wound. He vowed to buy a small pillow, or perhaps another blanket he could ball up under Continue Reading →

Jonathan steered Biscuit back to the main road. Fortunately, the horse didn’t put up a fight about the change in rider. Jonathan had ridden before on two horses: a palomino Continue Reading →

After they finished eating, they parted ways at the fork they had camped nearby. Jordi and Kern were headed further North and Jonathan was headed further West. A few days Continue Reading →

“How did you get the wound on your neck?” Peter asked. Jonathan reached up to his neck on instinct. The wound was sore, but it wasn’t really that deep. “An Continue Reading →

Jonathan Deere stared into the sky and wondered why he was in this world. It was an important question, no doubt, but one that was wildly inappropriate for two reasons. Continue Reading →

It was only after Liam left that Jonathan realized the kid had forgotten his dagger. He would just have to give it back at breakfast. Well, that was assuming he Continue Reading →

Connecting the palaces, Imperial Library, and a few other important government buildings were flat, stone paved roads. There were not shops or markets or houses in between these roads, but Continue Reading →

Jonathan left the dining hall immediately after the monarch and the two young men. He didn’t attempt to leave before everyone as he didn’t know whether there was some sort Continue Reading →