|It's always nice to have points.. I'm actually keeping points to someday adopt a Griffsnuff character|
Myth TwoI prodded the horse in his side, urging him forwards. The beast seemed to fear something in the woods.Myth Two by duchessaLaura
Like the rest of the little village that had called for help, fearing something unseen.
Lightning flashed, and I snarled something under my breath, shaking the rain out of my face.
In a fit of annoyance towards the horse, I lifted my whip, cracking it over the animal’s rump with a resounding crack. He reared slightly in surprise, a sharp whinny cutting through the sound of rain. In that moment, I spurred him into movement.
He bolted, taking me deeper into the slowly darkening forest, but nearly losing me in the process.
He tore off the path, and I tried to keep the loaned horse steady, to keep him from hurting himself. Or hurting me.
A fallen tree blocked our path, and my mount moved to jump the mock fence. I shouted, my jacket catching on a branch and yanking me back as the horse continued forwards.
I picked myself up, listening as the thudding hoof beats were swiftly dr
Myth OneI pushed the door to the attic open, peering into the dusty room. It was dark, like I’d expected the hundred-year old houses’ attic to be.Myth One by duchessaLaura
I had come up here to look for treasures. To try and find the hidden passages that Grandpa always talked about. When he knew what he was talking about, of course.
My grandfather – in his old age – had begun to forget things. First it was little things: his birthday. How old his daughter was. The name of the faithful wolfhound that watched over Grandpa, even now that he was arthritis-ridden and content to just lie next to the old man, head resting on his paws. Then it moved to others, bigger things: his daughter’s name. His family, his wife…
He forgot me… Our talks and stories.
I stepped into the attic, swinging the flashlight in a sweeping arc across the room. Something skittered across the floor, and I jumped as the door slammed behind me. Save for the flashlight beam, I was surrounded by pitch darkness.