FIC: The Mourner, Chapter 2... WIP, Genfic

[perhapspele]

“Well go on, Silas-do it,” prods the stout boy impatiently.

The boy called Silas stares at the twig in his hand in disbelief, as if it is an alien thing, a hateful thing, a Dark thing. He closes his eyes a moment, hoping that he’ll somehow be able to blink the stick away. However, his heart thumps heavier in his chest when he opens his eyes

Comments

[talloakslady]

This was a pleasant alternative universe story. You are writing this in a very interesting and enjoyable way.