{"id":259290,"date":"2026-07-13T16:54:23","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T13:54:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/enchanted-little-endings-sara-c-roethle\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T16:54:23","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T13:54:23","slug":"enchanted-little-endings-sara-c-roethle","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/enchanted-little-endings-sara-c-roethle\/","title":{"rendered":"Enchanted Little Endings – Sara C Roethle"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I thought of the little settlement Silvana and her people had built\u2014 the cottages, the small dining hall, and the strange trees. I was only there a night though, and it was a tense time. My thoughts wandered to how Crispin had been so worried about me, and blaming himself for bringing us there. I started to lose focus and chastised myself, turning my attention to pulling equally from each of the guys.<\/p>\n

But I still sensed extra magic coming to me from Crispin, maybe a lingering effect of my focus on him. Either way, as I released the magic, the cool light of a portal erupted. I squinted my eyes at its brightness, waiting for it to settle into place like in the goblin realm. But instead it tugged at me. I wasn\u2019t creating a proper pathway, I was traveling. Crispin grabbed on to me last minute, making the magic flare brighter. The other guys reached for me too, but their hands seemed to pass right through me.<\/p>\n

Then we were gone, in a suspended state for several heartbeats before touching down on lush green grass. My knees gave out and I slumped to the ground. I could feel the energy in the place, like Emerald Heights, only more. So much more. We must have come to a different place than the pocket realm because I didn\u2019t recognize the trees. My pulse kicked up, but I willed it to slow. We were fine. I had the Realm Breaker in my hand. I hadn\u2019t stabbed myself with it when I fell.<\/p>\n

We could make it back to Emerald Heights as soon as we recovered. Crispin stood, then offered me a hand up. I took it, my vision clouding then returning. Whatever we\u2019d done, it had required a lot of energy. Even with the help of the guys, I felt totally drained, so maybe we wouldn\u2019t be returning right away. \u201cWhat the hells happened?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

Crispin\u2019s eyes were narrowed, gazing out toward the horizon. The sun, just one sun, was at its full height in the sky, but it was a cool day. Cooler than it had been in Emerald Heights. A lone bird sang an unusual, melancholy song from one of the nearby trees. The tree looked like a sycamore, but its bark was a more perfect white, and its large leaves were vibrant yellow.<\/p>\n

\u201cI could feel you tugging on my magic,\u201d Crispin said. \u201cI think you placed a little too much intent on me, and not on creating the pathway.\u201d \u201cVain much?\u201d I glanced around again, trying to get my bearings. \u201cEva, you brought us all the way to my home realm.\u201d I whipped around, my eyes wide. He lifted a hand and roots shot out of the ground, then writhed around him like giant worms, dripping clods of dirt. \u201cYou can do that on earth too,\u201d I accused. \u201cWith great effort, and at great cost to myself.\u201d<\/p>\n

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It could hardly contend though with Crispin\u2018s own spring-like scent as I peeked over his shoulder at the star maps spread across the table. Unable to make sense of the maps, I looked at the elf instead. His slacks today were houndstooth done in two shades of dark brown. His button up was deep green. In my opinion, no one could pull off an outfit quite like Crispin. Not that the other guys couldn\u2019t hold their own.<\/p>\n

Gabriel was more practical. Generic street clothes to fit in whilst in the city, or more antiquated goblin-style in the Bogs. Mistral was always goblin-style, and I really couldn\u2019t picture him in anything else but the buttery soft fabrics that must have been spun by pixies to be so perfect. And Sebastian\u2026<\/p>\n

Well, he wore a lot of black. And just recently all four of them had lost all of their clothing with me in a magical meadow\u2014 I cut off my own thoughts, turning my attention back to the star maps. \u201cYou actually understand this?\u201d I traced my fingers across a line between constellations. According to Marcie, the maps given to us by my mother were ancient, but since they were created by magic they were perfectly preserved.<\/p>\n

We might need them to track my grandfather, but if not, we would definitely need them to chart new smaller pathways to each of the realms, testing the waters. \u201cIn theory.\u201d Crispin\u2019s gaze remained on the top-map. \u201cI did use a star map to make it here from my home realm.<\/p>\n

Celestial maps, however, have a bit less detail. Navigating the stars is in your blood. You don\u2019t need the specific calculations the rest of us do.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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