Wednesday, June 27, 2012


There was warmth in the tower. She had forgotten what it felt like, lost in her dreamless sleep. Not much, but enough to change the feeling of the obsidian under her body. She stretched out her limbs, stroking the smoothness of the stone below her, as she stirred.

Below her she could her the faint noise of voices in the depths of the tower. She had been so lonely, for so long.

She was hungry.


  1. I thought we were already at the top of the first tower...
    Actually there was talk of an opening out the side and then a climb up, wasn't there?
    Shalom will smite it as soon as he regains the movement of his legs.