Mikhail held Bakules reins as he followed Anora. For such a short person the goblin could surely move fast when she was angry. He watched her kick rocks and rage as she trudged out of the town of Arendale. He had called her name many times trying to get her attention but each time she Continue reading

Mikhail awoke to the early morning sounds of roosters crowing. He laid in the soft, warm bed for a time reflecting upon the events of the night before. His uncle had been questioning him about what he was going to do with Anora since it was not looked favorably upon young ones on their pilgrimage Continue reading

The sun had begun its descent into the horizon in the west, casting shadows upon the high walls of the pass. For an hour now Mikhail had noticed that the walls had begun to get shorter and shorter. He guessed that soon they would reach the end of the pass, something that they would have Continue reading

Mikhail’s eyes opened to the gray surroundings around him. The morning air was brisk and the fire had burnt out long ago. He looked around, as he laid under the warm blanket, Bakule’s steady breathing underneath him pushing him up and then back down as the animal exhaled. Anora was nowhere to be seen. “I Continue reading