Of wandering minds and incomplete stories

[northrealm]

This winters day is bright almost beyond bearing. Though the blizzard has, after ten days, finally blown itself out. A sigh almost too quiet to notice after such ferocity. I sit at my desk wrapped in a thick blanket drinking scalding tea. Neither does much to ease the ache in these old bones.
I have spent the day pouring over manuscripts and tomes

Comments

[ichiban_victory]

Is it just me, or does anyone else feel bad for killing off this dragon? I mean, evil dragons have feelings too, right? Just goes to show that we often create our worst enemies...

*insert Jacki giving Percival a major hug right here*

[northrealm]

There's a story for every one. And not every one starts out with evil on their mind.

And...there is the old axiom that 'the road to hell is paved in good intentions...'