Literature
Cloaked
Zarra grasped the cloak tight around her neck. The air was still and balmy in the diminishing light of the evening, but she felt a chill nonetheless. All the sleepless nights, all the preparations, had led to this one event. No more stalling, no more excuses. After tonight, her world would be changed forever.
She breathed deep in the shadows of the chapel, as if the simple act would calm her. Beside her, Therok appeared bored. Twice her size and tattooed from his neck to his ankles, he carried the air of someone who had done all of this before, despite what the reality was. At'Kel was across the street, invisible in the
