The Red Comet

Tava woke gasping, retching she tried again. Sucking down the air as if she had just emerged from being hours under water.

Getting to her feet, the first thing she noticed was her bow in her left hand, the second, she was fully clothed in her travelling gear and thirdly, she was no longer in her room at the inn.

Instinct taking hold, she drew an arrow, crouched low and looked around at her surroundings. She had been lying in the middle of a grassy field not far from a cobbled road, worn away and overgrown with weeds.
Above her loomed the towering Monastery of old Trixam - the once magnificent keep atop the hill that had housed the religious Order of the Light, the Prophet and eventually became the seat of power for the self-proclaimed king and his heirs for many years until the great fall. That was shy on twenty years ago thought Tava, recalling her father lectures, since then it has stood abandoned and broken and deemed a gathering place for evil...