This week promised to be an absolute bore as, despite thinking I was well beyond their range, a previously unknown pocket of Curious Elk wandered into my campsite and ate the wheels of the carriage (One individual fled with a lantern swinging from its antlers, whether by accident or design I’m not entirely sure).
So, I was forced to trudge on foot through the forest with whatever I could carry on my back. Anything I couldn’t carry I left as a parting gift for the Elk. I am sure they enjoyed it..
After three days of travelling in this manner, with the weather getting gloomier and the forest seemingly dying around me, I began to ponder abandoning the entire blasted trip. But then, on the fourth night, luck appeared to me in a rather terrifying form.
The Allu, the forest’s harvester of souls, and naturally the most feared creature for hundreds of miles around, appeared outside my tent with its iconic silver scythe in one hand, and the lantern I'd lost in the other.
As you can probably imagine, I assumed I was going to die. The Allu, however, had found my lantern and had come to return it to me.
I thanked it graciously for retrieving my lost lantern, but it only nodded and continued to stare at me.
With no real reward to give the creature and fast running out of things to say to it, there was only one thing I could think to do...
...I offered it some tea.
This is a digital version of a page from my final project's story. The writing is the letter that accompanies this particular page.