Sunday, June 23, 2013

100 Words a Day 305

He cleared the pass and looked down into the valley. The devastation went on as far as he could see. The blasted land was devoid of any greenery and he could see misshapen beasts moving across the barren landscape.

There was a lonely keep in the distance, overlooking the husk of a village, with sagging towers. He recalled the tales of dark things that were said to dwell within.

“This is truly a place loathsome and forlorn, forsaken by everything bright and good,” he said to his horse before urging it forward with his spurs. They descended the narrow trail.

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