Mortal Stories
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He found Him in the woods, six years after the battle.
The Reaper.
A ghastly, hulking beast made of pitch dark shadows and a stark, white owl’s face. His wings stretched into the branches of the trees, talons curling into the dirt and another set of them braced on the crumbling remains of an old fence. He was growling, low in the back of his throat, in his chest. His eyes were black pits within the barn owl’s visage that was his face, lit deep within by a sickly orange light.
And Jack, for the first time since the battle, felt fear.
Nothing had scared him in the six years since ― nothing had touched him deeply enough to inspire so much as a tickle of it. Werewolves, vampires, dream-eating demons. Wraiths. All manner of terrifying things, things that had even managed to bring him fear in the past… And yet none of it had touched him. None of it came close.
But this creature did.
This creature shot a spike of fear so deeply into his stomach that he almost bolted.
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- Part 1 of Mortal Stories