Peculiar~
Bethan Gruder
The Haven
Whitmoon, 4416
The Haven smelled of betrayal. The spacious manor with windowed halls and sunny courtyards tasted of fear and resentment. Hidden away from the world, deep within a forest in a remote valley in the Iron Mountains, the peculiar people dwelled with their keepers.
She did not belong here.
Bethan shut out the loneliness as she sketched. There were no lizards in the manor, but she sketched them with ease, seeing every detail of the image locked in her memory. The little creatures donned their scaly armor and drew their sharp little swords. By the dozens, they charged and slashed away at the Lady of Glenayre.
The one who sent her here.
The red-bearded keeper sat watching her from across the table. The other keepers deferred to him. Maybe it
