The enemy of my enemy, I call friend.
Featuring art by
Doan Trang of Vietnam
Montego raised his head as the first rays of the sun spread out from the horizon. The dew sparkled before him, a million points of light—shining like a silvery passage to the heavens.
She was there. Dazzling in the sunshine, coming toward him at great speed. So spectacular—he doubted his own eyes, before realizing his wish had come true.
The hyenas were everywhere now. And they were hungry.
The young knight thought it strange. He knew jackals were opportunists, but he had only ever seen them following lions.
A bit of shiny metal, a colored pebble, or a yellowed fang, always something remarkable.
The crows were like allies to the Knights. They called a warning when danger was near.
“It’s the way of things. When a great evil stirs, the gods take notice.” Torbaer the Elder
