The Erenon Chronicles, Update

It has been a very long time since I updated anything on The Erenon Chronicles. No, unfortunately, I haven’t been writing it… But I am starting to get more inspiration again, which means I will likely be starting it up once again. My current inspiration has to do with my characters. I feel a total disconnect from them, so I thought about doing some Aesthetics for each one. I hope to have a biography of each character to go with the images, in the end (once they are all finished).

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The Erenon Chronicles: Sword of Thandium EXCERPT

Edit: I am open to critique on this. I know it is short, I didn’t want to reveal too much at this point. But again, I am open to suggestions and critiques. 😀

Pax jumped to her feet from the ground, searching her surroundings. They were back at their camp, but all their belongings were missing. She turn and placed a hand on Fáeláns chest, shaking him. The wolf perked his ears up and opened his eyes, alert.

“Someone took everything, Fáelán.” She said, shocked. Fáelán sniffed the ground then growled. “Do you think the faeries did this?” The wolf nodded his head once, then continued sniffing. He followed the scent trail, Pax close behind him – after a few dozen feet, Fáelán stopped and growled again. He turned to Pax and shook his head, then trotted back to where their camp had been. Pax dropped her shoulders and stared into the tree branches above her. “Why did this happen?”

Her mother told her tales of the Faeries and their mischievous habits as bedtime stories.  They lured travelers away from their belongings and stole anything they could carry off. Pax couldn’t believe she had fallen for the trick – she felt ashamed.

She made her way back to Fáelán and prepared for the rest of their journey through Egon Wood. Fáelán lowered himself to the ground, giving Pax the option of riding the rest of the way on his back. Grateful, Pax hopped on and Fáelán began walking through the branches and fallen trees.

They walked along the shady path for a few hours, the sunlight streaming through the branches in small patches. Though the woods were cool, Pax felt drowsy from the mid-morning warmth.  Fáelán laughed, and slowed his pace to let his companion sleep.