Just a collection of various stories I began with no intention to finish, or answers to writing prompts. Enjoy! Please visit my author page on FB! Also note, some of these may be removed later if I feel the urge to expand on them!


46. Rosandra


          Change was in the air.
          Rosandra could feel it weighing her down like a heavy blanket. She shook her head to clear it, causing the feather-like fur on her neck to ripple like a field of wheat in the wind. Just yesterday, everything seemed perfectly normal, but today her sixth sense screamed at her. She silently willed it to be quiet, but it would not. It was a gift and a curse; she had decided this long ago.
          She sighed and flapped her strong wings, taking to the air. She surveyed her domain - it was small, but good. If it was any bigger, she probably would lose track of what was going on, like a lot of other griffins did.
          To the north was Torfan Keep. Its moss-covered stone was now blue and gray with age as it stood like a centurion, silhouetted against the rising sun. It had been abandoned decades ago after the elves left the realm in search of solace from the wars. Rosandra always liked perching on the parapet of the tallest wall, the sun at her back.
          The Dark Wood stretched out far to the west, its miles of pines hiding its dark secrets. Ghouls, ghosts, and creatures of darkness roamed these rows of trees. Rosandra chose to stay away - legends say those that enter are cursed and trapped within the woods for all of eternity. Though it was a human myth, she was rather superstitious.

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