© iZer0 The pointed tips of Narrentuarn’s ears twitched at the urgent sounds in his mind. His hands vibrated from the desperate energy in his two ceremonial swords. The spell worked. They were coming. Across the platform of the moon rising ceremony, Hrroulenan gently drew smooth arcs of thickly smoking, herbal balls. His hypnotic body … Continue reading Fiction | Rising in His Moonlit Guard
Shadow Fals 