Eyes like the Forest (8)
There was much to know before action could be taken. The voices that commanded Galen were always so ambiguous in the task required of him, always a place, always a face, and some hint of what was to come, but that was all. The challenge of discovering...
Eyes like the Forest (7)
No-longer-gray had awoken some hours before dawn, having slept as much as he was allowed, and made a breakfast of wild berries and a crust of bread leftover from the previous day's meal, all while watching that fragile construction of wood and straw....
Eyes like the Forest (6)
Despite assurances otherwise, it was nearing midday when the ferry had finally docked in Tarrensford, a fact the traveler would have bemoaned, were he not simply grateful to be on solid land once again. No more wagons, no more ferries, no horses, or...
Eyes like the Forest (5)
Nausea fought its way into No-longer-gray gut as his stomach once again threatened to empty itself. The gentle rocking of the wagon's wheels turning over the dirt road, while once a comforting boon to the weary traveler, now tormented him in his...
Eyes like the Forest (4)
Blood and rainwater mixed with the earth to create a viscous muck in which the body of the ox had sank. The rain had broken an hour ago, but the wind still shrieked about them cart, carrying the distant lupine howls. The attack had been fast, not an...
Eyes like the Forest (3)
A sickly green light illuminated the wooden door, caused by a hanging lantern that burned an otherworldly hue, casting a deathly pallor onto the still dark, stone street and onto the sign of black wood, upon which jagged letters of alabaster dubbed...
Eyes like the Forest (2)
A mecca of industry, Halain was a city of dull, gray stone and black iron, where chimneys belched thick, black smoke into the sky, day and night. It was a dark, misshapen blotch upon the verdant land, tethered to the mountain range by numerous railways...
Eyes like the Forest (1)
The creak of the wagon, the gentle rocking as it rumbled down the road in its steady rhythm, the soft birdsong and warm sunlight seemed to pull him ever deeper into weariness as he reclined in the open back, among the cargo. Nestled between a box that...
Eyes like the Forest (Intro/Teaser)
"You must keep going." The voice from the darkness. No form, no shape, no color, merely an empty echo, void of emotion. "I'm trying! ... I'm trying..." I answer, my own voice strained and weak, weary from my seemingly endless work. "The balance must...
Peace
He lifted his head just in time for the steel-clad boot to come crashing into his face with the full weight of the mammoth beast that was his foe. There was a crunch, sharp pain, a taste of metal and a dull numbness. Nothing felt right as the smaller...
The Hunter
The hunter sits at the bar, sipping from his mug of ale, dressed in dark, worn leathers, hair wet and hanging loosely. All around him the townsfolk laugh and chatter in the warm light as they nurse their own drinks and meals. The hunter's eyes glint...
The Dress
Carlos discovered the dress under a pile of shoes in the back of his grandmother's closet. Long, dark as night, slink, and smooth as silk. It was wrapped in clear plastic that crinkled softly in his hands, and must have been treated well at some point,...