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…

Chapter III: The Poacher

Averil guided her rowing-boat silently through the morning mist. Her fiery hair damp with the moisture of the fog as she waited for the shore to appear. She couldn’t see more than a few yards ahead of her, but she didn’t need to. These waters were familiar enough, and she welcomed the cover of the…

Chapter II: Old Bagshaw’s Residence

Sir Darby knocked on the door to Sir Bagshaw’s study, his dark brown hair was slightly damp from the light rain. Over all the years this was his first time at Sir Bagshaw’s private residence. The old knight had always taken his audiences in his room in the castle. Sir Darby had gone there first…

Chapter I: The Tranquil Meadow

Sir Darby was making his way through the wild grass. It had been a while since his last time here, and the little path he’d usually follow was all but gone. Before long he reached his destination; a huge tree growing amidst a pile rocks, right in the middle of the meadow. This was the…