Sword And The Spell 01: The Grey Robe - Plot & Excerpts
Leaves danced in the breeze, touching each other and jumping free to touch again with the next surge of wind. The muted noise of their movement carried to the forest floor where the sound of the breeze didn’t penetrate, making the shadowy spaces between the giant boles a mysterious place full of whispered secrets and dappled shade. Small animals skittered from tree to tree, made nervous by the rustling sounds around them and the movement far above, whilst sky flyers had deserted that part of the forest in favour of more settled realms. Jonderill sat back against an ancient weiswald, his arms around his knees and his wood axe by his side. He rarely carried it into the deepest parts of the forest as the only trees he ever cut were the small silver leaf which grew near the cottage but today, for some reason, it seemed a natural thing to do. Perhaps after nearly four summers of using its blade every day to provide the cottage with firewood the axe felt like an old friend and he felt in need of a friend's comfort.
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