This is a (very) short piece of fan fiction for the upcoming online game Shroud of the Avatar. It can have wide appeal as it isn’t strictly fantasy despite the game’s obvious setting. Check out the story and comment below. Also check out the game if you are into MMOs. 
Also posted on the Shroud of the Avatar forums.
Now available as spoken word (free!) at The Caverns.
The Lion and The Goose
A soft candescent light brushed against the lion’s cheek. Glimmering rays on paths unknown; down from the sun and through the hills and glens. Wandering, lost; the rays would roam and fill the world.
Night encroached as the sun descended to rest. The sky appeared as bloodied and torn; clear of cloud to reveal the sparkling diamonds upon the blackened velvet of the beyond. The palette of colours still held the ocean blue of daylight. A dash of white and grey appeared to have been dropped on the canvas without thought or reason. In the twillight the wind did not know if it should rest or blow.
In the lion’s mind it was still day; he danced under the sun upon the golden fields of the Vale.
Here. There. Everywhere. All would become night.
Quietness abounded. Silence spread as fire to leave the lion in solemnity.
The walls, charred. Windows, dusted and barred. Crops, ashen. All now cold. All was darkened afore the lion.
“Was I not magnificent?” boasted the lion. His barrel chest protruded towards the mirror.
“You were the most magnificent m’lord, yet no cheers,” chided the goose.
“Do you not see the makings of a king?”
“I see a goose,” said the goose.
“Yet it was I, the lion, who was victorious. It was I, the lion, who destroyed their homestead and tore their walls asunder,” the lion raised his voice, a sonorous rumble that nailed the goose where he stood, “it is I who shall rule Novia.”
“Yet here you are, a goose, pouting before a fallen mirror. A figure within a ruin, hidden away on the Vale.”
“I am a lion from a great house of lions. My crest, a lion; my family, all lions. I am courageous, as a lion.”
“My lord, you have forgotten yourself. You are a goose. I see it true for I am a goose too.”
The sun no more atop its perch. The room passed to unrelenting darkness, yet through the crack in the roof a wandering lunar light peaked through upon the lion and the goose.
Here. There. Everywhere. Fragments of light
Silence and solemnity. Once more.
The lion started back at the goose. No movement, naught a twitch; no sound at all. A lick of wind brushed through the door and whipped the dust along the floor like scurrying mice.
“Is this madness?” whispered the lion.
“This is madness,” whispered the goose.
The door creaked ajar. A soft patter of footsteps followed after the wind. Who was there? Another goose?
“My love what have you done to yourself?” that voice. It was familiar feminine voice. Sweetness; a dulcet and soft warmth of concubinal love.
“Nothing… I’m here. I became caught in a dream. Nothing more.”
“Why is there broken glass upon the floor?” the feminine voice became charged. She gasped. “The mirror! It’s broken. What have you done?”
“I did not choose it. I was told to do it.”
“Did you gaze once more upon the moon? You cannot, must not, let the shattered moonlight shine upon your soul for it will be reflected within you.”
“Do you see a lion?” asked the man.
“I see a man who should be my husband; a man, a lord and a leader of people… but who is troubled by the moon.”
(557 words – also, now available as spoken word (free!) at The Caverns)
Shroud of the Avatar
Journey to the world of Shroud of the Avatar: Forsaken Virtues, a computer role playing game created by the legendary Richard “Lord British” Garriott, creator of the genre defining Ultima series of computer role-playing games, Starr Long, director of Ultima Online, and Tracy Hickman, author of the Dragonlance series. It combines a rich story like those of the single player Ultimas with deep and varied multiplayer experiences like Ultima Online.