November 9, 2024

With a sigh, Jahid reaches into his robes and presents a shiny, purple horseshoe. As soon as the sun hits it, it begins to emit a soft hum. Opening his hand, it gently floats upward. The hum growing louder. After making a few indecisive rotations, it points north.

"Ready to go home, old friend?"

He raises his left arm at the elbow.

His familiar, Oz, a green asp pokes his head from his sleeve and looks in the direction the horseshoe points.

"That is, if home is still there," said Oz melancholically.

He gently pulls the horseshoe down and stuffs if back into his robes.

The two begin the long walk down the mountain.

A thick, hazy, mist completely covers the valley below but for the imposing keep of a large castle jutting through the fog, far off in the distance.

The further their decent into the mist, the heavier...the darker...it becomes. The land itself seems to ooze sorrow as the mist chokes out the last rays of sunlight.

"I can see why Vampyres like it here," Jahid whispered with a chuckle.

The snake recoiled a bit back into his sleeve.

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