The Ogres & the Stars
Loading ...April 28th, 2007 at 12:37 am (Fantasy)
I was barely seventeen when I decided to cross the black deserts of the Kai and brave the deadly midnight dunes of Kirrel, said to be full of lying ghosts and hungry, vile beasts.
No longer a child, dressed now in sacred star-patterned robes of blue and white worn by the men of the Kaihk, my parents wept as I left with all I owned upon my back — and little it was. But there was nothing more they could do but curse and weep at my foolishness, for I was a man and they could no longer protect me from my dreams.