The Elder's Doubt
You stand before the elders. Your words spill out soft and quick.
They do not speak. You feel their worry like a cold wind. You cannot see their faces, but you hear them breathe.
What now? you wonder. The shadow is still coming.
You stand before the elders. Your words spill out soft and quick.
They do not speak. You feel their worry like a cold wind. You cannot see their faces, but you hear them breathe.
What now? you wonder. The shadow is still coming.