He is the one who walks the paths less travelled,
He is the one who haunts the night,
He is the one who makes you cry out for help,
He is the one that makes nightmares shrink away,
He is the one that rules the void.
It was a cold night in Exodus, the capital city of the Fusilon Dynasty, as Harper stepped outside the mages guild. One of the apprentices had filled the tower with a sickly green haze and forced him to abandon his latest attempt at an elixir to cure the fell venom of the basilisk.
Breathing the clear air deeply he decided to go and visit the library to read upon the subject of basilisks. From a dank alley he heard a series of groans and coughs punctuated by the mad cackles emanating from a dark figure. Rushing away, that mad laugh pursued him for the rest of the night.
TEH END
