Wapun Meadow pictoratus

the figure moved. almalexia followed...

with reluctance, as she had begun to recognize this place. this old place, this once-sacred land of bears and witches. merrick.

the man she had never acknowledged as her father. tattered robes trimmed in gold and stained by blood. the prophet pictured him still on his mountain, perhaps happy with the red creature he had chosen over his night-pearl. or perhaps not.

if he could see her now, perhaps he would regret.

her steps quickened with a new intensity.