Literature
Prologue
Prologue
Night lay dark in the seemingly neverending forest on the outskirts of England. Trees loomed overwhelmingly above the barely visable rugged path, the moonlight unable to shine through to the forest floor. The wind blew throughout the branches harshly, causing the trees to shake and moan in displeasure.
An owl hooted in the distance, not even startling the young man travelling off the path. He looked to be about in his late twenties, a dark cloak draped over the top of his head concealing most of his face. A small smile formed on the man's lips as he neared his destination, stopping a few feet away from a beat up shack a few ya
I feel like I've just written soft-core porn... -Runs and hides.- 