Nightmare: Chapter 12 Blog Archive on January 21, 2010, 9:02

by Findabhair Blacksgote, age 14

Fiala rose the next morning to the sound of talking. The men were sitting around a campfire cooking breakfast. She studied the party.

There was Jan; glowering as usual. She supposed he liked his bed better than the ground. Then there was Evan; stocky with white-blond hair and blue eyes; the clown of the village. He was the blacksmith’s son. Gareth was quiet and hard-working; the farrier of the village. Brown hair and hazel eyes suited his sensible, good-natured personality. And last but not least…Bain. Bain was also a clown, though