The best part about winter in Drows is the fog. As a child who not often felt cold, I had always loved the obscuring weather. Something about the darkness and the lack of visibility comforted me. In a storm, I felt safe and hidden. The worst part- well there are many things one must be afraid of in Drows, but the worst of all would be the constant whistling. As a young boy growing up on the countryside, I have had the...
“Maria! Wait up!.” Rose screamed ahead. “Charlie can’t catch up.” “Ah, leave him.” Maria shouted back, not lessening her pace. “Maria!” Rose slowed. She looked behind at her little brother- he was panting hard. Two years behind her was too much for him to keep up. Charlie ran as fast as he could, but only got to her after a few more minutes. Rose held out a hand, but Charlie brushed it aside. “I don’t need your hel...
A bird chirped three times, and the sound echoed across the unabating forest. It was then that Agrobagh knew where he was. “No.” Agrobagh muttered quietly. “Not here.” Agrobagh remembered this place. While it was many years ago, he could never forget. It felt like the forest kept going, and he was sure he had been going in circles. It was supposed to only be an old wives’ tale- something children were told to keep them f...