Arts
Cherry ran, covering fifty feet, then one hundred, then two hundred, a thick mat of clover cushioning her footfalls. If the wights had found her burrow, they could have spotted her through the trees or heard her push through the brush surrounding the trail. More wights would converge on her from all directions. CommentsPart 2: The Guardian and the Wights by Written by Chris Winkle, narrated by Chris WinkleRelated StoriesPart 1: The DepartureBeyond the Twilight GateDeathslinger