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by Findabhair Blacksgote | Melora ushered Fiala up to their rooms as soon as the Nightmare was back in her stall. Together they packed some good, tough clothes for travel, warm clothes for nighttime…
by Findabhair Blacksgote | Only fourteen people were sitting around the table, Enya among them. Melora went to sit beside Jan, but Fiala stayed with the Nightmare, unsure. The Nightmare studied the table then turned her head to the house…
by Findabhair Blacksgote | “Melora!” Fiala shouted, running up the mahogany stairs in the house. “Melora!” She impatiently knocked on her sister’s door. “What?” Melora exclaimed. “The Nightmare’s here! Come and see her!” Fiala blurted…
by Findabhair Blacksgote | Fiala shrugged. She’d worry about that later. There was a knock on the door. “Come in,” Enya called. Jan Jaegger stomped in, black hair mussed from working in the fields. He squinted in the gloom, then swore loudly…
by Findabhair Blacksgote | “What’s that?” Fiala frowned. She had never heard of one before. “I’m about to tell you. Listen closely I don’t like repeating myself,” said Enya.
by Findabhair Blacksgote | Enya lived by herself in a small, decrepid hut at the edge of the village. She was rather strange and, although no longer young, got along by herself very well. They said that she had lived with the faeries before she came to the village, others said she was a witch, and Fiala was rather intimidated by her…
by Findabhair Blacksgote | After some deliberation, Fiala placed her hand on it’s neck and led it though the village, keeping a wary eye on it for any unexpected move it might make. The horse-thing raised it’s wings in alarm…
by Findabhair Blacksgote | Fiala jerked away. It was as if she had been pulled from a snow bank, only snow banks generally weren’t blue-black and generally didn’t have demons and other creatures writhing inside them…
by Findabhair Blacksgote | She watched it for several minutes. The horse seemed to be sunning itself. She warily crouched down in the trees, and jumped when it snorted…
by Findabhair Blacksgote | Fiala Jaeggar narrowed her eyes and turned her face to the wind. She was high in an alpine meadow, full of wildflowers…