Excerpt from "Tales Of The Barbarian" by John T. M. Herres
Able VS Chosen Ones
Able snuck through the darkness, his small incantation allowing his eyes to see. The rocky ridge covered with snow and ice proved challenging as he navigated toward the base camp of The Chosen Ones.
He could see the harder patches of ice and avoided the loud crunching from his weight smashing them. Being wrapped in thick hides and furs also slowed progression, but in order for his attack to be successful, none of the smaller considerations could be overlooked.
He sighted a glow over some boulders half a mile ahead. Climbing to a higher vantage po
Standing, I surveyed my surroundings. With the forest making a barrier all around the edges, the glade itself looked like its own little sanctuary. The ground had a slight roll to it, the grass, so lush and green, grown to eighteen inches high, with several varieties of yellow, pink and blue flowers in patches making a colorful carpet. Several old oaks and elms stood scattered around and looked to be perfectly set apart to shade a building.