THE DARK
“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark;
the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.”
– Plato
It was the shadows that he noticed first. A good chunk of the morning had burned away as they’d ridden out of the pass, painfully slow, crushed with exhaustion, but moving into the great plains of Gateskeep with the mountains on their left like a wall of axe heads.
Jarrod could no longer see the moon, as it was immediately next to the sun, and every glance upwards at it left his eyes swimming with blotches.
He wondered where the hell the other gryphon—and he was still certain there was one—had gone. They were still days away from Gateskeep at a normal pace, and proceeding a few yards at a time. There was no way they would make it before they ran o
