Roots of the Rising Fist
Episode #5: 733
The morning broke colder than usual, with a thin mist clinging to the ground like forgotten breath. Hara stood on the porch, hoodie zipped high and eyes scanning the trail...
Episode #5: 733
The morning broke colder than usual, with a thin mist clinging to the ground like forgotten breath. Hara stood on the porch, hoodie zipped high and eyes scanning the trail...
Episode #4: The 312 Path
The sun peeked through a pale fog as Hara laced up his worn trail shoes, steam rising from his morning mug of black coffee. The trees were still, the air...
Episode #4: The 312 Path
The sun peeked through a pale fog as Hara laced up his worn trail shoes, steam rising from his morning mug of black coffee. The trees were still, the air...
Episode # 3: Straight Out of a Comic Book
Rain tapped gently on the cabin windows, a soft rhythm that echoed the serenity of the early morning. Hara was already up, steeping tea while the scent of cedar and...
Episode # 3: Straight Out of a Comic Book
Rain tapped gently on the cabin windows, a soft rhythm that echoed the serenity of the early morning. Hara was already up, steeping tea while the scent of cedar and...
Episode #2: The Pioneer's Mountain
The sun hadn't yet crested the ridgeline when Hara gently shook Zaidi’s shoulder. “Rise, little warrior,” he whispered. Still groggy, Zaidi stirred. Her legs were sore from yesterday’s kicks and...
Episode #2: The Pioneer's Mountain
The sun hadn't yet crested the ridgeline when Hara gently shook Zaidi’s shoulder. “Rise, little warrior,” he whispered. Still groggy, Zaidi stirred. Her legs were sore from yesterday’s kicks and...
Episode #1: Learning about the Originator
The sun had barely winked over the jagged skyline of the mountain when Hara and his daughter, Zaidi, stepped onto the pine-scented trail. Mist curled around their ankles like a...
Episode #1: Learning about the Originator
The sun had barely winked over the jagged skyline of the mountain when Hara and his daughter, Zaidi, stepped onto the pine-scented trail. Mist curled around their ankles like a...