lion-feathers

Winter had a way of creeping up and pouncing on Fernsdale, a simple city tucked away in the secret back roads of America.           Air chilled slowly at first, until one night the world froze, not to thaw again until spring. This night was about three days before that point, cold, but not cold enough yet. Just cold enough to make anyone miserable as rain pattered down in a clammy mist and yellow streetlights reflected off of grimy puddles on the side of the road.           As the rain misted down, a thin figure darted through the shadows to

Chapter One On the lonely road going east from Nadras and towards Carvar, a rider sat upon his horse in the miserable, heavy rain that was common this time of the year. The horse walked up the slope leading to the city of Carvar. Its rider was in no hurry so the tired, chestnut gelding paced with deliberate laziness up the track, long past its prime. The rider atop its back was tall and human. The hood of his large coat was pulled over his head in an effort to protect it from the rain. Underneath the hood resided a rough, care worn face. Scars marred the twenty five year-olds strong nose and low cheek bones. His brown hair and thin beard w