from out of time
Though the fog lay heavy on the ground, deep silence having engulfed the region, a small, perhaps imperceptible glow sparks in the center of mists. It grows, ever-so-slightly, and pops to life with a small burst of light. There is a ripple in the fog, like the water after a stones throw, and warmth from the glow that seems to entertain the thought of hope in the midst of the dark solitude. The slight, deep, hum that accompanies the light would indicate a coming to life, or the though of movement at the very least. At the most it is a call, a siren to those who know its nature best, pealing forth a beacon to join again the light of adventure and intrigue. A single hand held out in the invitation to come again to the worlds that await and cry out of foot prints to be made upon their soil and ripples to be made amidst their waters.
The adventure continues
Starting Jan 8th 2008,