Teaser

This is just the first few paragraphs of my second take on the Ezekiel Tyrus, stuff I was writing a while back, now titled Winterdom. It isn't much, but I really like where the ideas are going. You can probably expect more of it again, and probably in a more chronological format, unlike before. So, I mean, I will actually be posting it chapter by chapter, page by page, with a few other stories thrown in here and there. Anyway, enjoy:

There wasn't much to celebrate in those days; the royal family was failing, no word came from the peoples of the west, and Gildora seemed to have been thrown into a frigid twilight. Even the small village of Palfer's Hedge had been suffering from the darkness that had spread over the land, a darkness that hadn't been seen since the end of the Great Ages. Stories passed through the farming town of an evil growing in the lands to the north, bringing a deep cold to those dwelling in Camarid. But still the people of Palfer's Hedge celebrated. The yearly Festival of Plenty Harvest, or the Cathe Festival, as it was more commonly known, was in full throng, the fair-fields filled with vendors, tents, and attractions; bringing all those who dwelt in the nearby farms to the village. Even in this time of growing darkness, the humble farm-folk of Gildora still found time to give thanks for their harvest.

“The snows are gettin' stronger in the north,” the gruff innkeeper grumbled as he stroked his short, scraggly beard. “I hear there's a blizzard been blowing in Camarid, hasn't stopped for two weeks.”

“What do you know, Tarren?” a patron jeered from across the counter, “Nobody's been down from Camarid in the last two weeks, so no one could have told ya.”

“Nobody's been down from anywhere in the last two weeks,” a lanky blond joked from the corner of the room. A few chuckles ran across the crowd, but they were quieted when Tarren glared across the room.

“There's been one in the last two weeks, a travelin' merchant came off the Camarid road jus' last night. He's a quiet one, don't say much, but he knows stuff. He an' I got into a conversation of sorts when he got here, looking for a place to stay. 'The winds are blowing in the north,' he says 'Nobody is going to be passing through there this festival.' So I asked him how he did it, bravin' the storm. He just laughed and took to his room. I've not seen 'im since.”