Abellon A Narrative Fiction

I looked back to see that Midnight had made it through the brush with no problems what-so-ever. Must be nice to be as small and as sleek as a cat sometimes, I thought as I watched her lick her front paw while staring at me from atop an old deadfall log that was halfway rotted. She soon finished cleaning herself, as so did I, and then she gave me a meow if as saying, Move your ass, girl, before taking off through the pines. I followed her ascension up a hill and through the spruces, but found myself struggling to keep up. As I would trip whenever I got my foot stuck in the occasional rabbit burrow or snagged on an exposed tree root or downed branches. Soon, though, I had made it to a spot in the forest where thickly entwined trees became so dense that they

But I pushed on as scared as I was and the ground soon began to increase in pitch, and I began having to climb over rocks and boulders that were sporadically getting in my way as they pierced out from the side of the

Assuming that surely by now my pupils must have been fully dilated and had adjusted to the darkness but it was still a struggle to see. Still, I paused for a good long moment and just stared. In the soft, distant glow of the fire I thought I could make out Terra wearing a brown tunic. She was holding hands with several other women in a circle around the fire, none of which looked like Katelyn as far as I could tell. Their heads remained lowered, and they appeared as if chanting or casting spells of some sort, but I couldn’t make out just what it was being said, and probably couldn’t understand it even if I could. Their voices had all blended into unison and drowned on like the distant hum of a