horror

Isaveyl In the murky gloom, they stalked the land, Proud wardens bound by solemn hand, In the fields in the hills they toil without lay, But no light would give in the fog for her, they say. Shades of blue and white flora dot the walls of the hall, Brick of stone concealed the soul which...

( Credit to @Grinning_Greaser for writing this! ) Dahae sat by herself on her bed. On many days, she would spend about ten minutes in the morning to adjust to the day, mentally preparing herself for what was to come. On this day in particular, however, she had spent about ten hours in mourning...