"There's nothing in there," she said, her auburn hair enhanced by the dim light cast by the moon. "Go back to bed, and for God's sake, let me sleep."
"But-" I was cut off by the sound of the slamming door.
I grabbed the blanket, pulling its warm cloth over my trembling figure. Not that the blanket would serve any purpose other than keep me warm; the thin fabric would not protect me from the horror that lay in wait behind that oaken door. The creature that resided in that room of coats and napthylene, sleeping atop the box of childhood toys, the box that I continually refused to throw out despite the numerous requests from my mother; they he
I always wonder if the people up there actually know whats happening to the world while they sit in their office buildings, working mindlessly for days on end The two figures watched from the streets, looking up at the buildings in which the straights work. Probably not, too wrapped up in their own lives to pay attention to the rest of us. The speaker was a fit man, his hair pink and his arms tattooed, the local go-to guy for hard-to-find information.
Enough with the small talk now, what do you know about the bar I was in burning down? Salamander, tapped his foot impatiently, eager to lea
Thats enough! Alaris yelled, looking her husband in the face. Im leaving you Matthias, and Im taking our son with me! She stormed out before he could utter another word, tears streaming down her face.
The tavern was silent, its only current resident the saddened barkeep, sorrow filling his mind. The moon shone down upon its wooden sign, lighting the words Envys Bucket in a pale blue light. The surrounding village of Antherdol was silent, all of the residents sleeping, except for Matthias that is.
A soft moan escaped his mouth as he looked around his building.
Ive
"There's nothing in there," she said, her auburn hair enhanced by the dim light cast by the moon. "Go back to bed, and for God's sake, let me sleep."
"But-" I was cut off by the sound of the slamming door.
I grabbed the blanket, pulling its warm cloth over my trembling figure. Not that the blanket would serve any purpose other than keep me warm; the thin fabric would not protect me from the horror that lay in wait behind that oaken door. The creature that resided in that room of coats and napthylene, sleeping atop the box of childhood toys, the box that I continually refused to throw out despite the numerous requests from my mother; they he