La Baile Sin Sonido

por Brianna G. Harte

Un silencio en el aire

Viene tan pronto como la noche cae

Cuando pecas pequeñas de blanca

Deciden unir al baile.

Bailando de un lado a otro

Sus pasos corriendo con las brisas

Silenciosamente porque saben

De movimientos delicados a sus anchas.

Una música sólo oído

Por los que sienten la paz

La blancura te invita allí un día

Y en breve el volumen del mundo mermará.

Copyright © 2018 Brianna G Harte. All rights reserved. // Derechos de autor © 2018 Brianna G Harte. Todos los derechos reservados.


Silent Ball

by Brianna G. Harte

A silence in the air

Comes as soon as night does fall

When tiny specks of white

Decide to join the ball.

Dancing to and fro

Their steps running on the breeze

Quietly because they know

Of delicate movements done with ease.

A music only heard

By those who feel at peace

The whiteness may invite you in

And let the volume of the world decrease.

Copyright © 2018 Brianna G. Harte. All rights reserved.

Food for Thought with a Poem from Shel Silverstein

Listen to the MUSTN’TS, child,

Listen to the DON’TS.

Listen to the SHOULDN’TS


the WON’TS.

Listen to the NEVER HAVES,

Then listen close to me…

Anything can happen, child.

ANYTHING can be,”

Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends

Doubts can make dreams and hopes feel like they aren’t worth reaching, make them lose their wings. To all, may we prove that they can be. Perhaps it’s a simple dream, perhaps it would take a hundred men and women. If you believe that it should come to be, make it come true. Shel Silverstein wants you to know that as long as you push aside the doubts, “anything can happen.”

“The Knight of Xeo” – part 56: “More Mysteries”

by Brianna G. Harte


A few moments passed before anyone responded, and doubt crawled into my mind. But why would the dwarf lie about a name? I saw no motivation for such a deception, though I wasn’t sure anymore what any knowledge or deception thereof could do.

You know my name. . . young lady?

A sigh of relief rang free. Ad’juk told me your name.

Peculiar. Then what is it. . . young lady?

I want you to tell me what really happened when you got hurt, if that’s alright. I need. . . I need to check something. I glared at Ad’juk. Something doesn’t feel right. You said that you tried to escape and found yourself in the state you are in.

Of course . . . young lady. But I must. . . wait. Some are. . . watching closely. My apologies. . . young lady.

“Perhaps one day, you’ll realize that what I say is true.” As his footsteps echoed on the stone floor, I sighed.

My eyes closed. Each second that passed, I allowed my mind to expand further and further out into the void. Slowly, presences such as Ad’juk’s appeared, along with the sensations that came along with them. The more I reached out, the more feelings of hopelessness or loneliness seemed to appear. There were several things I found strange. Ad’juk. . . It’s hard to describe. I think he was ambitious or confident. It seemed powerful, strong. While depressed feelings seemed sluggish and weak, the waves that came off from him were entirely the opposite. It was like a tidal wave was crashing out with him at the center. Was he confident of deceiving me or of his work on me and the others that were in the underground hospital? A second aspect I found strange was that, unlike before, I could somewhat tell slight differences between the energies that figures gave off. In concentrating on what I released, it seemed very different, but I wasn’t sure what it meant. I couldn’t recall being able to do this before. Perhaps it was some new development in my abilities. Then again. . . I looked at the bracelet getting warmer on my skin. Could it be aiding me?

Lytos, do you know how to read energies between different people?

No answer came immediately. Seeing as he was being observed, it made sense it he never responded at all. I can.

What does it mean? What people give off?

Several moments passed.

Sorry, you said you needed time. I just want to figure everything out, and it’s. . . frustrating.

I understand, young lady. Please, just a little. . . longer. Only jittery feelings emanated from his being. I think I could sense those around him, if I was focusing correctly. I was unfamiliar with them. No waves coming off of them seemed to be hostile, but they’d been studying Lytos. Could they possibly know what to mask to deceive? It seemed that Ad’juk was able to read me fairly well, know what to say.

Once those around him no longer surrounded him, Lytos seemed far more relaxed. Expressions and thoughts they have.


What people give off.

No. It’s something different. Almost like it’s. . . I don’t know how to describe it. It’s mostly constant for each person, unlike thoughts and feelings.

I am. . . unfamiliar with this.


Please understand. I am not . . . advanced in nature speak, Lytos explained. What you sense . . . it is beyond me.

Who can I ask to help me?

Waves of regret radiated. There is no one. Only the royal family. . . could understand such things.

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“The Knight of Xeo” – part 55: “A Mystery of Truth”

by Brianna G. Harte

As Ad’juk flipped through pages on his clipboard, I tried to take a closer look at the bracelet. At least it wasn’t the ugliest thing to have stuck to me. Whoever made it had an eye for aesthetics. In a word, it was elegant. Simple curves and curls that reminded me of vines branched off as though to welcome leaves. It didn’t add up, though. Why would something that made me think of nature be of any interest to someone comfortable with dimly lit, underground buildings?

“You didn’t make this, did you?” I asked.

“Why do you ask that?” he asked in return without looking up from the papers.

“It’s too nice to belong in a place like this. It’s like. . .”

Ad’juk looked up and seemed slightly interested. “Like what?”

“Nature. This isn’t actually yours, is it?”

He smiled. “You don’t think that my kind like the outdoors? We used to enjoy being outside, but that was a time long past. That was when times were much kinder.”

“But it isn’t yours, right?”

“Not mine.”

“Then who made it?”

Ad’juk locked his writing utensil on his clipboard. “In short, those who understood the souls of others far better than most of any living being. Since you are a xeonia or xeonian, as some may call your people, it would work best with your kind. We are simply attempting to understand it more, and who better than the princess of them?”

“So you’re not trying to hurt me.”

“I have yet to attempt to hurt you in any way since bringing you here.”

“Being strapped to a table and being held captive isn’t treating me well,” I asserted. I held back telling him about my heart and brain aching when I traveled between the two worlds and how I thought it had something to do with the large stone.

“But it isn’t hurting you,” Ad’juk returned. “As I said before, my goal is to learn.”

But what will he do with what he learns? “What about that other person? The one who seemed to be in a lot of pain?”

“Oh, Lytos? It seems that he had a much more adverse reaction to electric charge than we anticipated. We shall see how he fairs, but not much progress has been made.”

I couldn’t tell if he was lying. In a way, I wanted Ad’juk to be telling the truth, but I couldn’t trust him. I wanted to trust others, but I tried to trust Atikana, who wouldn’t even try to help me. I hoped that Lytos, if that was really his name, had not told me lies. But how could I tell? I wanted to be told the truth, but too many pieces were missing.

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Infiltrating Peace

by Brianna G. Harte

Infiltrating peace

Among the busyness of life

Finding a spot by the fire

With strangers from far

And strangers from near

All waiting for its company

Sometimes forgotten amongst chaos

But forever welcome at the fire

Where hearts may find warmth

And comfort when lights seem dim.

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“The Knight of Xeo” – part 54: “A Gift I Can’t Remove”

by Brianna G. Harte

I couldn’t figure out how to respond. Was it really that no one tried to rescue anyone or was there something preventing anyone from coming? What was out there? Was there any hope for me to ever escape? I stopped myself before the thoughts destroyed me. I couldn’t rely on Atikana to come, that was true. However, that didn’t mean that I couldn’t escape.

Ad’juk released the clipboard he held onto, placing it on the pedestal. “Since you’ve been such a good child, I’ll give you a little gift.” As he reached into his pocket, I strained my eyes to try to figure out what he was even recording. To my dismay, I had no idea what it said. His writing was composed of various symbols connected through dots it seemed. It could have been an art form as it seemed rather interesting to look at, honestly, but the thought of what it could be about put a darker tone to it.

The dwarf pulled out a canister that fit nicely in the palm of his hand. When he opened it, gas curled out slowly and carried with it an unnerving chill that caused the hairs on my arms to rise. He placed a thick glove on one of his hands prior to reaching in with only two fingers. What came out seemed to be a bracelet or something similar to it, made mostly of a green-tinted metal that curled around and away from a stone that looked exactly like the glowing stone beside me. As beautiful as it looked, I wanted no part of it.

“What is that?”

“A gift. A beautiful accessory created from a special metal called gnaittikrough that will better connect with your soul.” Ad’juk seemed rather interested in the bracelet, which probably was making me feel even more repulsed by it. He placed the canister on the floor, and a clanging on the floor reverberated through the room. From one of his pockets, he produced a tool a little bigger than his hand, though much thinner. Once he flipped a switch, the tip caught fire. “Now, when gnaittikrough interacts with fire, especially after being kept in very cold conditions, it expands and becomes quite malleable. However, it will retain the heat without burning its holder, a nice feature that most metals don’t possess.” As he spoke, he brought the bracelet in contact with the fire. He slowly turned it so that eventually, the blaze licked each part of it. Ad’juk turned off the flame with another flick of the switch. Quickly after, he pulled the beautiful bracelet apart as though it was a claw and then immediately pushed it on my forearm. He was right; it didn’t burn. I could still feel the heat inside it, somehow. He continued to press it on my forearm until it essentially wound around my arm.

Something felt very wrong about it. My heart began to ache as though needles were shooting toward it. “Stop it!”

“It shouldn’t be too painful,” Ad’juk said calmly. “Almost done.” With that, he brought the canister back up and pulled my arm toward it. His strength was unbelievable. There was no way to pull back my arm, despite all my efforts. I had no idea what he was trying to do, but that just made it worse.

He waved the canister and its freezing cold air below my arm until he seemed satisfied. Chills ran up my arm.

“What did you do?”

“Why does it matter, Kasha?”

“Because you’ve never told me anything, and I’m sick of it! I want to know what you’re doing to me!” My frustration was probably greater than what he was probably expecting because he seemed taken aback.

Ad’juk smiled, though. “If you insist, I heated up the metal to expand it, then I molded it to your arm so that it would be fit well and not jingle around. The cold essentially removed any left over heat. The accessory will no longer change shape without heat being applied to it, which you won’t find anywhere nearby.”

“You meant it’s stuck to me? Why?”

“I think you’ll see why soon enough. I can’t give you all the information you want,” he declared as though I was a very young child. “Perhaps you’ll find out on your own.”


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