The Areson Stories

Jaso E. M. Areson Jaso looked down at the small carving in his hands then up at the face of his brother, “Why? Couldn’t it weight a year so I’d be able to go to the Academy?” “No, you idiot. I need the money now and you’re never going to that stupid Academy. It’s a waste of time. You're a farmer, not a bard,” He tried to take the carving from Jaso’s hands. “No.” Jaso pulled away. “You may have sold my way of getting to the Academy but you won’t get rid of my carving. Penser gave it to me.” “That old fool who filled your head with silly old stories and delusions of grandeur? He’s been dead for almost two months, it’s time to move on,” Ymer gave up trying to get the carving and continued. “You’re all I have, Jaso. We have to stick together.” “You may be content to be a farmer and stay working the same ground your whole life then die and be buried in that dirt, but I’m not. I want to tell stories, inspire people. I’ll get to the Academy if I have to swim all the way

A Story By E. M. Areson “Long ago in a world like our own; a giant king, Sedah, reigned underground. He, like all the giants of his clan, were small giants and stood only a foot or two above the common man. His city was great and beautiful, carved out of pure marble and bejeweled with all manner of wealth. The giant king kept an alliance his forefathers had made with a human line of kings who ruled the land above the giant’s kingdom.  The human king traded the safety of Sedah’s kingdom for the great wealth the giants mined in the city.  Every year Sedah went up to the surface world, even as a child with his parents, so the giants and the humans could feast over their friendship. And every year Sedah saw the daughter of the human king and marveled anew at her beauty. As children, they had played as normally as any other friends. Yet, as it often happens to humans, she grew repulsed by his size and manor.  They appeared, near opposites. He was a giant with broad shoulder