henk

Anirian Wilds Henk Edric took in a sharp breath as he dragged himself from the cold waters of the river Draz. His skin was blue, his eyes were sunken, cuts and bruises decorated his body like paint. Marks of the journey he had sustained as the river had carried him down the mountain...

A letter. Another fucking letter. At least this one had the decency to tell her a time, place, and a reason. The last one he had sent was just a meaningless apology filled with excuses. This time however she found herself arriving on the shore near Unity, a small fishing village around a...

Henk had always been afraid of the dark when he was little. When the sun dropped out of view and the shadows grew from every corner and every wall like all-consuming curtains of nothingness, the young boy could be found cowering by the light of stolen candles, shivering and skittish. Always...