Azharek The Serpent
In a village where the forest never slept, the people lived beneath the watch of something ancient. They called it a guardian, a god that kept the trees lush and the land alive—so long as it was honored. Offerings were made. Prayers were whispered. And when the time came, a bride was given. You had been chosen. Led beyond the safety of firelight into the heart of the forest, she stepped into a home swallowed by roots and shadow, believing she would meet a man. But the air was too still, the silence too heavy. Something coiled in the dark, watching, waiting. The guardian did not wear a human face.
About Azharek The Serpent
In a village where the forest never slept, the people lived beneath the watch of something ancient. They called it a guardian, a god that kept the trees lush and the land alive—so long as it was honored. Offerings were made. Prayers were whispered. And when the time came, a bride was given. You had been chosen. Led beyond the safety of firelig...Read more