Fantasy and dreams

When Kea needed a break from the event, he found a little grassy knoll and set up on a thin coat. Socialising hadn't used to take this much out of him… but now he looked at these strangers and a part of him wanted to scream “watch out for the worm!!!” He couldn't understand how they couldn't see the threat…. He remembered the lava, the heat. The immense size of his foe. It couldn't have been a dream, not when he had the acar to prove it…


He unhooked his sword and laid it down reverently beside him. He reached into a little pouch, and pulled out his book. A story of knights, dragons, and castles. It was a little bit of an inspiration to the young Hallows Knight.


He found the page he was up to in the well loved and well read book. Leaning into the grass as he let the world fall away around him



"Ciaran Carpathius"