Thursday, March 13, 2014

100 Words a Day 574

“Wilderness has reclaimed that place,” Gregor said. “No one has returned since it was abandoned. Not even bandits make their home there.”

Edward swallowed as they crossed the bridge, entering the wild land.

The first thing he saw was the old guardhouse. It was a squat, stone building, wrapped up in vines. There was a bird’s nest atop it. A fierce-looking raptor stood sentinel. It looked down at the two men with disdain.

“I’ve never seen a bird so bold in the face of man,” Edward said.

“The beasts will only get bolder the deeper we go,” Gregor replied grimly.

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