Musician in training: Jeff Bronner

Being an older brother I have done my fair share of mischievous deeds to give my younger siblings a difficult time. I have told them enough fictitious stories, such as them being adopted, that I have probably scared them psychologically in some fashion. However, my little brothers have survived their hazing and are on their path of becoming the men they will be, but I digress. It is time to dive into the real reasoning behind this blog post and give respect where respect is due.

Banished Hex

Complementary 

Photo: Terry Tabors/ Dash Files

The Sea of Atir enclosed the brown-eyed boy from three sides. The vehement sun beamed down upon the clear waters and refracted light into the boy’s eye goggles. I’m dying of thirst, the boy thought, but I mustn’t drink from the Dream Pond. Instead, he reached down and grabbed a metallic flask that was tied to his waist. It was almost empty, but it contained enough liquid for sustenance. As he sipped the final droplets of freshwater from the hip flask, he stared into the sea. The Dream Pond was well known for a multitude of reasons. One such thing was its waters: clear as crystal, warm to the touch, poisonous if ingested. It was said to be the weapon of choice for assassins and abused wives. 

Banished Hex

A Tale of Blue

Photo: Terry Tabors/Dash Files

“Kill them all!” King Dzat yelled from his mounted throne of horns and feathers. Covered in black wool and furs, the king commanded his army from atop the back of a great mammoth standing larger than the walls that stood between his army and a multitude of riches. Due to the untimely death of Lord Hortix, the Kingdom of Tarpie was defenseless save for a few men who had given their souls for the sacraments to defend their homeland. It was known to all that a man who coveted a sacrament could waste a battalion of armed soldiers with relative ease. King Dzat, however, arrived with a battalion plus one.