The rain pounded against the stone wall which made up the foundations of Min y Coed manor. A terrible storm had come to Wales. Lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the night as thunder rolled to those who could hear it. The droplets of water, pouring from heaven, were like an army...
Somewhere near Caernarfon, Wales.
Bran, the son of Brychan, slowly made his way through the forest towards his destination. It was a foggy night and the air was dense with the smell of rain. Soon torrents of water would be plummeting to the earth. Bran pulled his grey trench coat...
Bran let out a half-hearted chuckle at the woman’s warning.
“None will be required. There is not much skill to the part really. It revolves around having the proper looks primarily.” He paused for a moment as the limousine pulled off the main road and continued through a large gate onto a...
As the limousine pulled up to the three storey apartment building, Bran Brychanson intensely concentrated on a small folder he securely grasped within his hands. It contained a few documents along with four or five surveillance-type pictures of an unknown individual. Feeling the car come to a...
The sun rose slowly over the great oak trees that nearly engulfed a small clearing. Its rays warmed the earth upon which it gazed. A group a wrens picked at some seeds that were hidden beneath a patch of lush grass. Their chirps and whistles filled the fresh morning air. A feeling of content...
As Skylar made its way to the drop site, Bran carefully checked his equipment one final time to ensure everything was functional. His life had been a whirlwind of good and bad, positive and negative. He had overcome many impassible obstacles and survived numerous deathly encounters. Needless to...
Bran arrived at the tower fifteen minutes after he had received the summons. He had quickly exchanged his shredded shirt for a long sleeved black buttoned one, and then, putting his Daytona motorcycle to good use, made his way to the ACME campus. Upon securing his bike, he entered the tower...
(Written with Chase).
A black cadillac sedan turned onto a road which wound up a lonely hill speckled with rocks and grass. The engulfing fog smothered the sound of the ties as they rolled along the damp pavement. On a clear day, the great city of San Francisco could be seen sprawling like an...
(A special thanks to Chase for writing the part of Michael Feller)
The long gravel driveway snaked between tall trees as it climbed the small hill on which Min y Coed manor stood in its grandeur. The manor was built in the 15th century, and it sprawled across the landscape in the form of a...
Bran strode down the long, dark hallway of the court house. His unbuttoned overcoat flowed behind him, filling the room with a quiet rustling sound that seemed to complement the steady clicking of his footsteps. Accompanying him were two heavily built men dressed in suit jackets. They kept in...
Glass shattered. Tiny shards flew across the room, striking the concrete walls before falling lifelessly to the ground. Furniture and tables were tossed around by an unseen force. Any peace which rested upon the room was now gone. The lab had been thrown into chaos. A lone figure, pinned to one...
Actually, the only thing that wasn't stolen at the Louvre's Apollo Gallery is the Regent Diamond, figure no one would take it because something to do with a curse.