Saturday, December 10, 2016

100 Words a Day 964

Morg awoke face down. He felt a hard, cold surface beneath his face.

“Probably stone,” he thought.

Rather than roll over, he first opened the invisible eye in the back of his head. He had journeyed deep into the Caves of Yeselar to find an etherhunter to get it and he never regretted the time spent. He looked around. Light trickled in through a small window in one wall. The walls and ceiling were composed of the same rough stone.

“Jail cell,” he concluded.

There was no one else in the room. Morg stood up and looked out the window.

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