Mud Rat

The Children of Geborrin, Verse 100

They turned away from the beauty of the valley, back towards Wissen and the Tree...

Geborrin stood, and Ang rose with him. Geborrin took him to the edge of the branch, looking out into the world...

Geborrin held his son, and listened.

"I don't know." "I don't know who I am, or why I'm here."

"My Son."

He embraced his son, diving into his fear.

Fear still gripped Geborrin - but now he could fight it.

Somewhere in his mind, as the tendrils of Fear that emanated from the creature wormed their way deep inside his soul, he felt it...

The sun was disappearing behind the mountains in the distance, but they had cornered it.

He couldn't see, but he could feel. The child was fast, nimble. Up a branch. Behind a leaf. Around the Tree...