phorasmos

Sarah sat at the communal benches in the Mourners' camp outside of Parumora. Her fellows moved around. Most of them were sparring or training some skill or another. A couple others were practicing some of the rites and rituals that their group used. More still were returning from their latest...

Cold mist clung to everything like a child to its mother. Had they not seen the waning light of day before leaving the quiet village of Parumora, it would have been impossible for anyone in the group to have known what time of day it was. Pale light filtered softly through the dense trees of the...