Leo Wattenberg

The way back down was more troublesome than the way here. If I had been a bit disappointed in my horse being slow, it still was faster than limping old me. I spotted the horse on the plain below. It had stopped running, but still was far away. I carried on downwards. This horse was… Continue reading 9. The lowest Point — Beyond the Edge of the World →

I rode until the night and then some more. The goal was clear: Scarland, before the guards at the border had gotten the news of who I was. Villages flew past, and the full moon dimly lit the way. I eventually reached the ruins, the sound of hooves on dirt changed to hooves on stone.… Continue reading 8. Scarland — Beyond the Edge of the World →

The city was quite a bit different to my home town. For one, it was much smaller. I think we had villages the size of this city in Valand. However, it tried its best to hide its size: A large wall was dividing up the outer and inner city, with the inner city being a… Continue reading 7. The City — Beyond the Edge of the World →

In my new campsite, it was just like in the Valandian forests, with trees rustling in the wind and a campfire crackling away. However, unlike the forest at home, this one was dead. There were no fireflies lighting up for me. There was no squirrel or bird keeping my company. There was no grandpa looking… Continue reading 6. A Dark Hour — Beyond the Edge of the World →

My stay in the village went surprisingly well. The smith was nice enough to take in my machine, he maybe couldn’t repair it himself, but if someone had the tools necessary, it’d be him. It was however also noticeable that a lot of the niceness from the villagers didn’t come from the bottom of their… Continue reading 5. Friends and Foes — Beyond the Edge of the World →

We had looked around for days now. There were no stairs, other than in people’s basements, one of which had such a lovely view outside and was just the right size that we had declared it as our base. We had been in every house at least a dozen times now, and it still didn’t… Continue reading 4. The Way Down — Beyond the Edge of the World →

A few months later I was again working on a machine. I made sure it went round and round, because the entire kingdom was depending on me. Well, not quite. The kingdom itself was now depending on Johso, but the kingdoms goals were depending on this ship, the first steam-powered ship that ever had been… Continue reading 3. The Edge — Beyond the Edge of the World →

On my way back home, I stumbled across a poster. It was advertising freedom and glory and riches, all you needed to do was find the edge of the world. Awesome, I thought, let me just get a rope to hang myself with, it’d have the same result, but cheaper and faster. The further I… Continue reading 2. Adventure Calls — Beyond the Edge of the World →

The light was gloomy, the air filled with ash and the ground was vibrating ever so slightly. And I wasn’t even halfway towards the factory yet. It was this hellscape I had to keep unbroken, our society depended on it. Now anyway, granddad would tell me stories of how difficult yet simple life was when… Continue reading 1. I, the Mechanic — Beyond the Edge of the World →

Moin! You are about to read a little short story. It's Fantasy with some Steampunk elements, I guess, and (without spoiling too much) is attempting to follow Vogler's version of the Hero's Journey. I say attempting, because I did not do one important plot point that would usually be required. Reading Notes Some reading notes… Continue reading 0. Foreword — Beyond the Edge of the World →