Her Wicked Den
The night was eerily quiet; normally the various nocturnal wildlife would be skittering about and making their calls out into the forest. As John walked forward with his captor, he heard nothing. It was if the forest itself was silent, mourning his...
The Dragon's Sword
Thunder crackled and shook the dark skies as the rain pounded down on the looming Telthian Mountains. Bolts of lightning shot across the sky like jagged scars, illuminating a lone figure on horseback. He made his way bravely up the treacherous pass...
The Prey
John was busy setting up his camp during this cool August evening. He came up to camp in the forests up in the Rocky Mountains to get away from the stress of the civilized world. He enjoyed spending time in nature every once and a while and enjoyed...