Jacob could barely keep his eyes open, finally drifting off to sleep when he heard a single tap on his bedroom window. It was 3:33 a.m., and he had to convince himself that he was only dreaming. Who in the hell could possibly be at his window at this ungodly hour.
He pulled the blankets up over his head, and struggled to drift off again, when another sharp double-tap rudely awakened him again. This time he was certain it wasn't a dream, but he felt paralyzed to move in fear of another knock, or even worse.
About the Creator
A Pine in the Wind
The fire brought warmth, but the cold eyes of the council pierced him like the biting winter winds. Rayne did not want to be this far from the colony, but the privacy of the issue required it. He hunched his shoulders and lowered his ears in respect and humility, anxious over his secret now revealed. If anyone could help, the elders could, but their stares around the dancing flames shook his resolve.
By Layson Williams5 days ago in Fiction
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