An odd one to start this new blog but oh well.
The title says it all really, but I will explain.
While walking back from a good friend's home in the dark I looked around. There's a lot to see in the dark if you ever care to stop and look, but sadly we all have a small fear of the things that hide in the shadows.
Deep in the trees little figures flickered: spirits of animals, people lost to the ages, entities that live in the trees and a few undesirable beings. Nothing too big, simply not friendly.
As we got to the top of the hill, and away from the trees, something sparked our attention. Tall, skinny figures high on the rooftops. They acted almost like lookouts.
At this point we were a little on guard. On the path across from us stood an old man. He was standing as still as stone staring ahead, towards my home. He had an odd energy about him. Almost malicious.
Now I could tell you a tail of some heroic battle, but that isn't how this works. Don't let anyone fool you. We kept to our side of the road, out of the view of his blackened eyes and made our way to the house.
A little anti-climactic I know. But remember, avoiding a fight is as good as a victory.
