Arianne had always dismissed the local tales about the “Spirit Pool”. It’s just a puddle in the woods, she thought, when she saw it in the daylight, though many had claimed to see ghosts in this lonely spot. Loved ones who had passed on appeared to some; those wronged appeared to others with more guilty consciences. Maybe there was some phosphorescent algae in the pool or it attracted luna moths, which started the lore decades ago, she had reasoned. And yet tonight, rattling her to the core, she had seen what no other had: the Blue Wolves of Ivandur.
The Spirit Pool
- Wed, Nov 8, 2017