The-Emerade

    The mountains at this time of year were always so lovely. They smelled absolutely wonderful with the heavy scent of pine and the bubbling clarity of water. The animals ran freely under the trees and the sun beat down like the ocean, heat frying plants that were courageous enough to build their roots in the rocks and free from the cover of the motherly trees. Terrance flew overhead, his great dark wings spread wide as he glided easily over the warm air, updrafts lifting him effortlessly upwards and carrying him across the land. Really, he never went far and every night he made sure to at least patrol the invisible wall he had constructed t