a desert

val ... what a fool and val stays silent like his shadow. he no longer moves to chase the wind for the goblin was no where to be seen. he may as well be chasing air, nothing .... and a goblin mixes a potion throws it into the air and vanishes, how very convenient and the ones running after an illusion see reality when it was all a potion. what is it really? the blood stained on rocks say something happened, and the crows they stare about blankly ... should have known that truth and lies cannot be told when a potion is mixed and a story becomes the only truth in a land smoked to the ground. what happened? what really happened? and no one did know for the moon did vanish that night, and all val heard was the laughter of someone familiar, he rather not be acquainted with again. told you so. the voice was iron, grated on his heart, mind and soul. reality is whatever you choose to believe in