Panthermic

Thin streaks of hazy sunlight sliced through the cracks between the rickety wooden boards, illuminating the room with the morning’s rise. The stirs of the land echoed from outside the confines of the shack, but the inhabitant within remained blissful. His head sagged down as the man slumped in his chair; locks of unkempt blonde hair veiled his face from the light. Set on a desk in front of him was an old tome; the spine was bent to the midpoint, and the odd page spilled out from the bindings. The pages were littered with tales of the Black Scourge from beyond the walls. A candle burned nearby,

Thin streaks of hazy sunlight sliced through the cracks between the rickety wooden boards, illuminating the room with the morning’s rise. The stirs of the land echoed from outside the confines of the shack, but the inhabitant within remained blissful. His head sagged down as the man slumped in his chair; locks of unkempt blonde hair veiled his face from the light. Set on a desk in front of him was an old tome; the spine was bent to the midpoint, and the odd page spilled out from the bindings. A candle burned nearby, and the flame danced as a shadow shot past — it pressed close, and with a shor