(Notice: Tales From Torin takes place before Torin Youth.) The morning has already gotten off to a rough start for Atreus. He sits in his class at the Campus Taiyo military academy, trying to understand what caused Rhea to erupt at him before storming out of the room. Most of the students are present now, and so is the instructor, but only a few witnessed what took place earlier. The daughter of the Taiyo family has yet to return to class, which is even more troubling conside

(Notice: Tales From Torin takes place before Torin Youth.) On a sunny afternoon on Crystal Island—known elsewhere as Iracal Island—a giant harpy alights outside an abandoned mine called the Crystal-light Caverns. At 32 meters—107 feet—in height, the bronze-skinned harpy with white hair and feathers towers above other creatures. Yet, in this world, there is nothing unusual about her. Even at her height, she is surrounded by trees of far greater size. Her shoulder-length hair i

(CONTENT WARNING: These stories contain scenes of violence and human consumption) Torin Youth is a story set in Felarya about enduring humanity when the world asks you to become a monster. CHARACTERS: Atreus Speros: a young Legionnaire-in-training from the city of Torin, struggles to redeem his family name in a world shaped by myth and war. Burdened by legacy and facing titan-sized dangers, he is confronted with what happens when the fear of vulnerability is taken to its ulti

Two weeks after the events on Helicon Island… Atreus sits on a hill outside the Laiko village of Arimas Piinu, gazing up at the bright blue sky. He wears his usual Torinian shirt and trousers—only now a cloak, carefully stitched by the Laiko villagers, rests across his shoulders. Beside him lies a bag of his belongings and a lute that carries the memories of his friends. Leaning back, propped on his arms, he sings softly, longing reflected in his eyes. “How far is the sky?” t

Atreus, Bia, and Leon stand at the edge of the abyss in the Temple of Death, where Rhea has just plunged. Atreus exhales, weighing the consequences of his next action, knowing that time may not be on his side. Bia shakes her head, having an awful feeling about this pit. “We have no idea what’s down there. It could be a fall to the death,” she warns. “I’m going after her,” Atreus says. “What—” Before Bia can question his decision, Atreus leaps into the void, following Rhea. “A

Water rushes violently within the maelstrom surrounding Helicon Island. A clawed hand bursts from the swirling tide… …followed by Cadmeia breaking the surface, the giantess’s torso emerging as she gulps in another breath. Her long scarlet hair blankets her face as she tries to keep her upper half out of the water. The Vixen peeks toward the side of the island and gauges her distance. With determination etched across her face, she erupts from the water. Her claws dig deep into

The night after Khariklo’s warning, in the western reaches of the island near Rainbow Hills, the moon casts its light over the wilderness below. Cadmeia moves slowly and carefully on all fours through the forest. On this side of the island, the forests are smaller and less dense—not ideal for providing a giant predator with many places to hide and stalk her prey. But with practice and by allowing the Vixen’s instincts to guide her, Cadmeia has become a capable hunter. She onl

One day after the battle near the ruins of Old Torin City— The sky is clear, and the sun shines brightly after yesterday’s rain. Three Torinian harpies scan the forest below them, looking for the teams of Legionnaire Specialis candidates. Each harpy is assigned to search for a different team. One of the harpies finds the campsite of Team Two, where it is clear they made their last stand. Another harpy spots Team One walking below. She can tell by the sight of their injuries a

In the northern region of Crystal Island, a fight to the death between Team Two and a giant lamia comes to a bitter end under a moonless night sky. The four Elite Legionnaire candidates were caught by surprise. Nevertheless, they raised their weapons in a brave effort, unleashing elemental power against the towering predator. Unfortunately for them, the enormous serpent-human hybrid was a powerful spellcaster herself, tilting the odds in her favor. Her victory did not come ea

Atreus lies unconscious in a dark, cramped space. He groans weakly as he awakens. His body shifts, still wearing armor but soaked in the suspicious, thick liquid pooling around him. Wherever he is, it’s warm. And it’s moving. He can feel himself being carried far and fast, rising and falling with the strides of whatever holds him captive. Then there’s the breathing—it’s all around him—heavy. The rhythmic thumping of a gigantic heart pumping blood echoes from far below and dee

Early on the morning of the Legionnaire Specialis trial, the three teams of Elite Legionnaire candidates gather in formation inside the Great Outer Wall. They carry gear for the long journey ahead, which will take weeks to complete. Many kilometers behind them is the Great Inner Wall, the last line of defense for the city of Torin within its perimeter. Before the students is the Legion’s highest-ranking General, Aello. Even while crouched down, the 33.5-meter—or 110-foot—tall

With the teams for the final trials decided, students of the elite candidate class are dismissed early to prepare themselves for the journey outside the city’s walls at sunrise tomorrow. The morning sun warms the citizens roaming the streets of the Temple District, the heart of the city. Among them is Rhea, who has come to see the memorials of fallen Legionnaires in the Hall of Elysium. The weight of the place presses in on her as she beholds the monuments of marble. She stan

Over Crystal Island, smoke coils above a shattered battlefield as gigantic silhouettes clash in the sky. In a war that has raged for over a century, the humans of Torin City, joined by giant harpies, clash with giant sphinxes. A harpy dives, a Torinian archer mounted on her head, loosing elemental arrows as they swoop toward a sphinx. The gigantic human-feline hybrid retaliates, tearing the harpy from the air. The sphinxes do not fight alone—they are joined by their own small