It was nightfall. Latch and Rodrick had gotten to distracted with their meeting. They needed to hurry back in fear they might be target by the Sherrens. They silently walked through the woods, making sure not to step on any twigs. This was the time of night when the "Sightless" came out. What these Sherrens lacked in vision they made up for in healing and smell. All was quiet when suddenly the men heard steps in the leaves. Latch signaled Rodrick to stop moving and try not to stress. While the Sightless hunted using sound and smell there are certain ways to mask it. Latch reached into his satchel and pulled out a tiny brown colored vile. He removed the cork from the vile then slowly poured half of the mixture down his clothes. The mixture acted as sort of a cloak leaving him unnoticed by the creatures sniffs. He carefully handed the vile to Rodrick. He poured it down his shirt. Then they heard a noise. Rodrick had dropped the glass onto a stone. It had shattered. Suddenly the forest lit up with grey luminescent lights, they were eyes.
"Shit..." said Latch.
There must of been at least fifty of them.
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Latch's Tale
ActionThis is a tale about a knight named Spartan slayer. He lived in the town of Gracemeria, where he was loved by the people and a best friend to the king Jay. But one day things changed...
