It was cold, and it was dark, and I was scared... “Hey, what gives?”More Like This
Jack’s voice echoed off the shadow-covered walls, hitched tight as he struggled his way out of the tendrils of darkness. His entire body ached, his hoodie and trousers torn and in tatters in some places from the drag down, and the winter spirit grimaced at the copper taste in his mouth as he licked his bloody lip. He glanced around nervously, his hands closing and opening around nothing, and with a start he realized he was unarmed.
“Give me my staff!” He shouted again as he backed himself up against one of the pillars nearby. He had no idea what kind of room he was in, nor where he was in the first place. Fuzzy images of flying over his pond in the forest lining Burgess flashed in his minds, and the