The Glass Coffin
A deafening boom bellows from the sky, as lightning slams into the treetops above you. Leaping out of the way, a massive tree branch crashes into the dirt path behind you. Staring at the broken tree limb, that almost took your life, you thank lady luck to have survived. Wiping the mud from your personally tailored clothing, you rise to your feet. The battered corpses of your cart and horse are broken and motionless under the weight of the fallen heft of wood. There is no other option but to continue without your wares – master wouldn't be happy.
Leaving behind your white, stallion friend – you make your way through the billowing forest. Every few minutes, more blasts of lightning strike down on the surrounding trees – the bolts attacking as persistently as the heavy rain. The only comfort born from the weather, is that even the wolves will avoid the storm. Even the basic instincts of carnivorous beasts are enough to let an animal know better th