The Hero
The Angel
The Mentor
There is power in story.
There is power in tradition.
It is the travel worn path in the forest. A trek made easier by all who came before you, and will be easier yet for all who come after. With every step you carve the path just that little bit deeper.
He takes a drag of his cigarette, and there is something rueful in him as he tells you: Archetype is it’s own sort of spell.
If he made it any clearer, he’d only be making things more difficult.
The Warlock
While drawing the Warlock, I played around with the idea that he and the Mentor are the same person, and that some time travel shenanigans were at play. I'm still fond of the idea though it didn't get developed much past a stray thought.
The Witch
A cat slinks down a cobblestone path where a girl kneels drawing in chalk. As the cat jumps to her shoulder her arm barely stutters. She is used to this weight.
Her chalk stills. A candle lights.
A moment. A breath. An exhale.
"Something's coming."
"The balance is going to shift." the girl says, agreeing with the cat.
The candle goes out.
The Coyote
"Oh sweets" the stranger purrs, and for a moment there is something Other about him. Its the eyes you're coming to realize. Animal but not, more. More than you have ever know. "That innocence of yours is no gift."
His eyes flash. You try not to take a step back.
You fail.
"It's a fucking curse."