Kaelith created the final hill and froze, Lyra, and Feylin hurrying behind. Mist, a field of mist lie in front of Kaelith. ‘So this is it,’Kaelith thought, this is how I die. A hoard of wordlings behind and mist ahead.
Feylin charged onward anyway heedless of the mist only seeing the protection of the neverglade beyond. The mist came alive, a figure forming from the thick fog. Mist, then a w...
I died today. I could still feel the cold touch of the steel under my chin. Hot blood dripping onto my open eye from the body hanging above. Odd, I felt alive though I new I was dead. That thing had killed me, me and my friend. The shrouded figure was cloaked in a wispy material as if it was incorporeal, tall, long, and bony. It hunched over my dead body sucking at the blood that still oozed from ...