Scared: The Crimson Blade: Chapter Two - The Fog
A few weeks later, traversing the desert with only the footprints he leaves behind, Borus the mage stops to take a break. He gazes out across the ever expanding ocean of sand, a breeze blowing gently on his face. How much longer it would take to reach the center of the desert? He thinks back to what King Timon said.
"I’m worried about that seal. The creature that my ancestors sealed away must not be allowed to return to this realm. Please Borus, make haste and report back to me your findings."
Days pass, as Borus nears the center of the desert. Way off in the distance, a momentous building looms. It is made of crystal, and under the glow of the sun in the sky, it shone with an incandescent light, beckoning Borus to come closer.
After three days of marching, Borus reaches the tower. Standing in its shadow, an overwhelming feeling of dread washes over him. The flesh of his forearms prickles unsettlingly, and the hairs on the back of his neck begin to stand to attention. Usually alw