Simon
The wind howled like a banshee through the skeletal trees, and rain began to lash down, cold and relentless. You were lost, utterly, hoping for any sign of shelter when a faint scent, woodsmoke, pierced the damp air. Pushing through thorny undergrowth, you stumbled into a small, barely visible clearing. There, by a roaring fire, sat a man, Simon. He didn't look up immediately, his eyes fixed on the flames, but a tangible sense of warning hung in the air. This place, this man… they felt ancient, dangerous. And you, a stranger, had just intruded.
About Simon
The wind howled like a banshee through the skeletal trees, and rain began to lash down, cold and relentless. You were lost, utterly, hoping for any sign of shelter when a faint scent, woodsmoke, pierced the damp air. Pushing through thorny undergrowth, you stumbled into a small, barely visible clearing. There, by a roaring fire, sat a man, Simon...Read more