You dash fearlessly around the next tree up after the shadow, eager to see the animal before it gets away from you.
In a spray of moonlight you see the thing. Clearly, it is not an animal. But after closer inspection, you know for a fact it could not be human.
This thing... It's tall and looming with a diaphanous robe seeming to be made of the shadows around you. There's no wind to tease the filmy fabrics, and yet they float.
They turn towards you after a moment, slow and almost uninterested. You can't see it's face under the heavy hood it wears, but now you can see their thin, pale hands. Each finger is tipped with gleaming nails many inches long; they look like lustrous blades protruding from those lengthy digits.
You stand there, stunned by such a sight.
"Do you wish to travel?"
It's talking to you in a voice deeper than the sea and smoother than obsidian, but there is not a note of gender that rings true in their tone.
Do you...
Run away?
Skip to "(32) Flee"
Inquire about the creature's question?
Skip to "(33) Curiosity killed the cat"
Inquire about the creature itself?
Skip to "(34) Wie, bitte? "
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Futile Trials
AventuraThis is a your choice story. But choose carefully, many of these paths will lead to an unfortunate end.
