The moment I finished publishing Neglected Skills, my focus shifted to detailing the next story for my patrons, a horror. Fortunately, as Ramas’ world expands, I’m able to leverage my scattered notes to bring further depth to the budding world. With those notes firmly entrenched in my mind, I leaned into the latest installment of Ramas’ life. While this tale doesn’t feature the wanderer explicitly, I jumped to Emilie’s side of the world as her soldiers seek potential allies for the inevitable conflict between those cursed with sight.
As the words flowed through my fingers, I plucked elements from fantasies and suspense tales to weave them into the narrative. Grab a chair and follow me as I detail Mathias’ journey with his companions as they search for a tribe of powerful warriors.
As Mathias leads his team through a forest seeking allies, various comrades vanish in the dense fog with every step…
“Why are we blindly marching through this fog infested forest?”
With a groan, the group’s leader stopped and turned around. The muscular man’s hands shot out like striking serpents capturing the questioner’s shirt. A harsh scoff tore through the forest’s din as he dragged the man across the foliage. “Kieran, let me explain our orders in the simplest terms. Emilie ordered us to find potential allies for the inevitable conflict with Nilus and the wanderer.”
As the forest’s sounds ebbed, the soldier’s eyes darted about the forest as he fought against his commander’s iron grasp. “Mathias, something’s tracking us from the trees.”
The leader’s scoff was punctuated by a series of creaking limbs. Despite the various groans and clicks emanating from the glade’s wildlife overlapping with the moaning trees, the muscular commander shoved his underling against a deteriorating trunk. “Kieren, don’t tell me you’re worried about losing the rest of our team?”
The other remaining soldier stepped forward and eased Mathias away from Kieran. “Mathias, please explain why you aren’t concerned about how something has plucked our companions from our midst without leaving a single shred of evidence.”
While the moans of the trees intensified, Mathias pressed a fingertip into Kieren’s chest as his eyes swept to the last member of his team. “Elliott, are you worried about this stretch of the forest?”
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