BlatantlyDisturbed

It was a warm summer sun beating down from the sky, and Staltus bathed in its heat, and far from the sun, the moon swelled full, pale white against the blue of heaven. He rose from his rest to the sound of two magpies cooing their warnings and hopes, and set out on a long, winding path he could neither see nor imagine existed. Along beside him loped a creature he’d only just met, but whose name was written across stars that shown in its own ancient eyes, yet whom Staltus only called ‘dog’. Together, they walked from the hill into the forest, passing a mighty, stalwart sentinel of wood. Its leaves rustled without wind, but St