The Song of the Jhin
I write these words not to frighten you, but to cleanse myself of what I have seen. Perhaps if I put them on paper, the whispers will leave me. Perhaps the eyes that follow me in every shadow will finally close.
Story
A Spirit’s Last Stand – The Shaman’s Choice #1
The battlefield was drowned in silence, broken only by the whisper of the morning wind. The ground was soaked with blood, its stench heavy in the air. Mangled bodies lay scattered across the scarred earth, their crimson banners fluttering weakly in the dawn light. Even sun was rising red and the fog that clung to the field seemed tinged with red, as though the war itself had stained the sky.