Granite and weak forces
Edan was a dreadful squire. There was no way around it: he was a hindrance. The stout, short-furred canine looked at me with his usual puzzled air, as he held the reins for both of our mounts. The young stable boy who was waiting on us appeared...
Travelers in the dark
The four of us traveled together along the sunlit roads from Cierra, in the easternmost province of the kingdom, near what the ancients called the Highlands, all the way to the northwestern border to the Lowlands. My squire, Edan, and Markel, the...
Blood and red paint
Cold water poured from the sky. Violent gusts slapped waves after waves of thick rain into our clothes and fur. Our boots sank into the muddy road, making every step tiresome. Under Markel's advice, we'd abandoned our mounts at the final Southern...