After the battle had been fought there was a quiet moment. It was in this moment I recalled the stories told of the safe place. How every single one who fought these battles had to return to the safe place and pass on the cloak to the other. It was the other half of the story passed down from mother …
Passengers of Time
The ravens flew above the valley screeching at the emptiness below. It was the calm after the battle that had just ended mere moments ago. Now her tired blue eyes did one last look as the storms inside them gathered ready to pour out the tears forming in her soul. The black cloak that was meant to protect her from …