Monday, March 26, 2012

Sailor and the Ruined Castle, Con't

There was a shadow flitting across the shattered courtyard; Sailor could just hear the faint footfalls and the tumbling pebbles where something had just passed but all he could perceive moving in the darkness was a quick crimean shape before it was gone again. There was little use in pursuing it so Sailor let it go, it would come back and when it did it, warranted further observation. Slipping from the castle walls Sailor headed towards the lake and for the nearby fishing village where his home now lay. 
Harbor town
Part of the fishing village Sailor calls home

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