Chapter IX: Honour the Fallen

Nyle added another stone to the pile and started looking around for another.  – ‘I think that is probably enough’, he heard Sir Darby’s voice behind him. Nyle looked down at the pile of rocks. Maybe it didn’t need any more, but Nyle didn’t want to be done. He bent down to pick up a…

Chapter VIII: Archery Practice

Averil trod through the forest, bow in her left hand and knapsack in her right. Dawn had just broken and the grass was still wet with dew. This was Averil’s favorite time of day, when everything was quiet. Her hunting party would not meet up for another couple of hours, so she had some time…

Chapter VII: Waylaid

Mercy paid full attention to her surroundings as she was walking down the road. It was a peaceful countryside landscape with ripening fields and green meadows. She was alone on the road, which was probably for the best, as her seemingly leisurely stroll was full of dark intentions. She knew her prey was heading here,…

Chapter VI: Escaping Home

The evening sun glistened in the waves below. The wind rustled the leaves above. Soon the sun would dip below the horizon, draping it all in gloomy shadows. But for now everything was beautiful. Averil sat down under the looming tree, took a deep breath and stared into the sunset. Just being here made her…

Chapter V: Solitary Council

It was a sunny day, but down in the forest it was still dim. The extensive canopy overhead was not letting much light through, giving the woods an eerie atmosphere. An old man was mumbling to himself while making his way through the underbrush. Although vegetation was heavy the man seemed to move through it…

Chapter IV: Making Camp

The crackling sound of the campfire brought back all kinds of memories to Sir Darby. Some of them fond. Most of them not. Sir Darby would always associate campfires with war, and memories of war were seldom pleasant ones. He had learnt the hard way that one was never as safe as one felt around…