Victoria Villegas

Morrigan perched on the weathered balustrade of the Weeping Willow Inn, a somber structure that clung to the earth amidst the gnarled pines on the dusk-laden shore of Lake Obscura. Tucked away in the rugged embrace of the Drakwald Peaks lay a lake, anything but ordinary. This secret and shadow-draped haven, though seemingly forlorn in its isolation, was more accurately a mysterious and elusive jewel waiting to be discovered. It was encircled by the...