The white compass chapter 2: healing
I held the chain gently in my hand, being sure not to look suspicious to any passerby. The wolf matched my pace and held her head low, in a depressed manner with her ears down and her hands clasped together in front of her midsection. When...
The white compass chapter one: rain
The rain was coming down hard, my leather hood kept the water from lingering, but I feared my bag had soaked through. It was freezing in xenilin, the water had formed a slush on the ground, dampening my boots with each step. The journey here was...
The white compass chapter 3: escape
"Alright, it's settled then, your official name is Fayne..." I rose from my pillow to fetch my dagger from my coat, quickly rifling through its many hidden and visible pockets, searching for the small Sharpening rod. "Oh my..." I murmured with fear,...