writing fantasy

The Children of Geborrin, Verse 90

Its voice sounded like the hiss of a snake...

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

Children, come close...

Geborrin understood their fear, and their impulse...

Bodin stood close behind her Father, frightened, and trying to hide it...

Himmel gripped her own shoulders, her formless body felt cold...

father, what is happening...

The fear that gripped him was beginning to take a hold of them, too...

Geborrin's mind was scattering. The fear that had plagued him was growing. He was anxious, paranoid, and scared...

"We must make haste. There is danger here..."