Chapter One: Part I[/s]
... oh my. Did I post this?
The lake before him glistened and the waves lashed upon the willows, but that was it.
Even as he twisted to face Fingrolf’s’ empty face, the course of figures springing from he mist drew him to dismay
Panting, a shape appeared, a figure, a face, and now closing, raising, blurring, sword high—