This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.


    most devout, ever since you came back you havn''t even mentioned Ooran"


    fear so natural that one can only call the fear of death, a fear of dying, a fear of the end of life! What else can you call him?!"


    MY territory monster!" running to the village center I take a sharp turn to my left, my broken and bruised side complaining to the stress. Running to the feild run past a hole dug to throw bodies in, we had taken out the bodies to bait the wendigos. I run past the boulder and stop a good distance past it.