N. G. Blackwood

Chapter 2 - Upstream river

“ERIK! Where were you? They just closed the entrance!” a male voice called out. 

Erik turned and saw his childhood friend, Taron. The tall young man’s long red hair framed his worried expression.

“I-I… riders from one of the clans got in my way!” Erik stammered out and then added in a confused voice, “... there was a vision.” He wasn’t sure if he should share the rest; he might seem like he was losing his mind.

“Riders? Vision?… Were you spacing of...

Chapter 1 - Nightmares

The medallion felt heavier in Erik’s hand than it had the day before, its dark runes more ominous in the pale light of dawn. Frail-looking, with pale skin and dark circles under his eyes, he stood by the window of his small one-room cabin, trying to gather himself.

As he fastened the medallion around his neck, a chill ran down his spine at its unsettling weight. He forced himself to ignore it. He didn’t have time for this. Not today.

Because today, on the first day of spring, ...