If I am not physically in an enchanted forest, then I am there mentally. Always.
Beneath the Mountains
Estarlane fidgeted with the leather handle of her dagger as she waited for her father’s drooping eyelids to shut. He sat in the worn wooden rocking chair, in front of the fire with a rumpled paperback book open in his lap. Estarlane didn’t need to read the title to know he was reading ‘Seven swords’ for the hundredth time. It was one of three books they had in their hut, which they rotated between them. It helped to pass the time during the bitter winters they experienced in the Krowan Alps.
Secrets from the embers
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Once the land was dotted with sleepy towns and quiet forests. The mountain top and its out stretching valleys were a sturdy, comforting presence. But now, every dawn the earth trembled as the great beasts awoke and the days were filled with screeching and the harsh sting of smoke.