Afra opened her eyes as the sun began its ascent up to the sky. A mist, like fine glittering dust, blanketed the hill with a shimmer. Afra felt the magic in the air; her body tingled with it. She shivered. Sitting up, she wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing them to stay warm. Visions of...
The Gargoyle Princess by SJ Cramer, Scene 21
